Bookwormqueen: I am happy you liked it! Here is part two! Thank you for giving out the challenge.

Jekri's POV:

Jekri was floating in that blissful semi-conscious state, between sleep and wakefulness. It was completely silent, and there was a warm presence nearby. It was rather peaceful, but even in this state the silence bothered her. She also became aware that the presence nearby was not as nice as it had seemed in sleep. It was doing something...

"Jekri, Jekri..." it said. Well, at least it was not silent anymore. What did this thing want? It was shaking, no, it was shaking her.

"Jekri, wake up. Jekri..." Jekri groaned, more awake and realizing that the presence was that annoying Vulcan, Spock.

"Don't wanna wake up," she said sleepily, rolling over in the reclined chair away from him.

"Jekri, we are five minutes from the chalet. You must wake up."

"Shaulay?" she asked.

"Yes, Jekri, the chalet," Spock said. "You must pretend like you were awake and enjoying the ride."

"I'm awake, dammit!" she snapped.

"You might want to fix your hair and adjust your make-up. You look like you just woke up."

"Spock. I'm not wearing any make-up." There was an awkward silence. "Well, now that you have finished ordering me around and insulting me-"

"I was not insulting you. It might actually be complimentary because it means your face looks beautiful without make-up."

"Like a Vulcan male would know or care," Jekri said sarcastically. Why did it have to be him she had to live with for who knew how long?

"I do know and since I have no emotions, you are right about the caring part."

"Thanks. Thanks a whole lot." Jekri was already at the end of her rope and it had not even been two minutes. She ran a hand through her hair, wincing at the knots she felt. There was no way she would look presentable in five minutes. Suddenly she felt a hand on her hair. It pulled it back and out of her way, then secured it somehow. She spun around.

"What did you do with my hair?" she demanded of the Vulcan.

"It was the only thing I could think of in our limited amount of time," Spock said. "Do not worry; I have used it before and it looks fine."

"How would you have learned something like that?" Jekri demanded.

"I had to make one of my protégés look presentable very quickly a few times. She had hair like yours, only curlier."

"Someone willingly agreed to be your protégé? I find that hard to believe." Yes, Jekri was making good use of her sarcastic side.

"Actually, two Vulcans females, Saavik and Valeris, did. They were at different times, of course."

"I am sure they were scarred for life," Jekri said.

"Saavik is now an excellent officer in Starfleet. Valeris..." he trailed off. Jekri frowned. So even Vulcans could be reluctant sometimes. Something really bad must have happened to this Valeris girl. Naturally, curiosity got the better of Jekri.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Look, there is our chalet," Spock said. He landed the aircar in the parking lot. The chalet (which I am modeling after the one I stayed at in France, again) was a wooden, two-story building. It looked more like a simple house than anything. It was also very primitive. Jekri suppressed a sigh of dismay. She felt like she was stepping back in time.

Spock's POV:

Though he did not show it, Spock was very agitated. He did not like talking about Valeris, Jekri reminded him more than ever of Doctor McCoy, and his home for who knew how long was some place where only Jim Kirk would go, that is, had he been alive.

He and Jekri exited the aircar and grabbed their bags.

"Hello!" a few Romulans called cheerfully from where they we sitting at a small table next to the entrance.

"Hello," Jekri and Spock replied, Spock forcing himself to smile.

"You are Telek and Jekri, I presume?" one of the men said, getting up and coming over.

"We are," Spock replied.

"Wonderful! I am Symakhos; I run this place, along with my wife," he said. "Here are your room keys. There are eight rooms, all on the second story so you should have no trouble finding yours. Dinner is in about a half hour. You come down and talk beforehand though."

"Thank you," Spock said. "I believe my wife and I will be unpacking and getting used to our new room, though."

"Of course, carry on," Symakhos said. Spock and Jekri went up the stairs and found Room Three. Spock ran one of the electronic keys in front of the sensor. The fake wooden door slid open soundlessly.

It was a very simple room. There was one bad, not terribly large, a small desk and chair, a dresser and mirror, a small wardrobe, and a bathroom with a toilet, sink, and shower. Jekri took a scornful look at the bed.

"Okay, you are sleeping on the floor," she announced.

"I am not," Spock said calmly. "We must keep up the marriage thing, even here. What if there is a fire and someone comes in to get us? Besides, that floor will surely get very cold, as this is-"

"A glorified log cabin?" Jekri asked, smirking. Spock looked at her for a moment.

"Yes," he said, and Jekri almost thought she saw him smile. It was gone in less than a second though. Spock did not know what had just happened. He watched as Jekri opened a dresser drawer and a suitcase, and began tossing things in no particular order into the drawer. He rolled his eyes at her back and began putting his own things away, much more orderly and carefully.

"Remember, you have the left side of the dresser," Jekri said. Spock did not even dignify this with a response. Jekri threw the last shirt in her side and managed to sort of close the drawer. She then kicked her bags aside and walked over to the bed.

"Do you mind if I make the comforter into a barrier?" she asked.

"Yes. Vulcan is much hotter than Romulus and I will need to comforter."

"But there are no extra pillows in the room and to ask for more would look suspicious," Jekri said.

"True," was all Spock said. He took both his bags and hers and dragged them into an out of the way corner.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Jekri cried. She ran over to a bag, grabbed something, and ran back over to the dresser. Of course, she promptly opened a drawer on the left side.

"I believe that the left side was mine," Spock said, coming dangerously close to humor.

"Tribble shit," Jekri said, slamming the drawer. She turned on Spock. "How do you do that?" she demanded.

"How do I do what?" Spock asked, wisely choosing not to comment on her interesting choice of exclamations.

"You make me so damn mad," Jekri laughed. "First you drive me to sarcasm, then I cuss a dresser out, and now I am laughing!"

"I am simply acting as I normally do," Spock said, unnerved by this very emotional Romulan. She and Bones must have secretly teamed up somehow. He was close to believing that himself.

"That's nice. Do you have any chocolate? I'm starving."

"I promise that you are not starving and no, I have no chocolate," Spock said. Had the chocolate disease that only seemed to affect females spread to Romulus too? Next she would be asking for diamonds. "However, dinner does start in ten minutes. You could go downstairs and wait. She tilted her head at him.

"I think I will," she said. "Least I can get away from you for a while, she muttered, probably thinking he could not hear her. She left and he looked at the clothes tumbling out of the dresser.

'She is going to kill me,' Spock thought as he made his way over to repair the damage.