My ponytailed curls bounced with each step I took. I zipped up my engineering division officer jacket when a wind chill came through. The forecast predicted the weather to have rain and a slight wind chill. Luckily the destination I'm heading to is the indoor gym where I know for a fact my brother would be. I have a bone to pick with him. It wasn't a date between the captain and I that night. It still doesn't give him an excuse to come up with an unwritten regulation to pop in like that. He forgot I knew about the regulations before he did. Inside the gym, it had people from different divisions as well as ranks exercising. My wounds healed enough where I can spar freely. Ahead on the sparring mats, I found my brother sparring with a lieutenant from the command division. The closer I got the more I see him not letting the poor lieutenant have an upper hand. I wouldn't blame him as it is already hard enough to fight with a human. Vulcans have strength and endurance stronger than humans. Of course seeing as Spock and I are hybrids our Vulcan side of our DNA takes precedence. The lieutenant rasped out, "Can we take a break, Commander?"

Spock answered, "Affirmative."

As he was starting to follow the lieutenant off the mats, Spock didn't expect his back hitting the ground suddenly.

The action caused his lungs feeling airless. Spock's primed bowl hair cut fluffed out showing his forehead. Spock blinked when he looked at my hovering form, "T'Saraphina."

I got into a stance when I saw he was pushing himself off the ground. He responded to my action, "I'm not sparring you."

I answered to his verbal statement with a round house kick which he blocked. He threw my leg back down resulting me losing my balance slightly. His brown eyes locked onto mine, "I am not fighting you, T'Saraphina. You are still healing."

Spock's previous sparring partner sipped on his water bottle amused about the situation. I started to throw punches which he successfully able to grab my fists and push them away. I spoke after each punch, "You... Bent the... Rules... When you thought... Him and I were... On a date when... Really we were speaking... About the ship. Of course... You don't... Believe me... So you made up... A so-called regulation-!"

Spock interrupted me by grabbing my fist and using my momentum to pull me close to him. Our faces were close to discourage any ease droppers. Spock whispered harshly, "The captain took an advantage of you by-."

I used my strength pulling my fist away from his grasp. When he felt my pull, he immediately released my fist not wanting to harm me. I huffed, "He didn't take an advantage. Before you decided to drop in and made yourself comfortable, the captain and I were speaking of myself considering I would be his senior engineer. It is customary for a captain to get to know his crew especially if it is a member who never boarded his or her ship. We were planning to speak with Mr. Scott about the ship but you decided to take it into your hands."

Spock stood up straight fixing his exercise shirt. He stated, "So you lied to me."

I shook my head, "I did not lie. Vulcans cannot lie, you dolt."

Spock frowned at the derogatory name. Spock opened his mouth but I beat him to him, "Before you joined us, I did plan to speak to the captain about the roles Mr. Scott and I will have after we spoke about myself. Now spar with me. I want to let out my frustration about you at you."

Spock's frown deepened, "I do not know why you would be frustrated with me when it was clear by the captain's way of dress he saw it as a date."

My fists started to head his way which he effectively dodged. He was forced to defend himself when I started to aim for other parts of his body. I felt his resistance when he pushed my palms away from him. His hand grasped my wrist pulling me forward then back to get me off balance which happened successfully. I stumbled on my two feet. The two of us went into a stance. I piped up, "If he saw it as a date, it does not matter Spock. I did not see it as such as him and I are strictly captain and senior engineer relationship. I do not plan to have such feelings for a man when another tried to kill me on multiple occasions due to my blood. As my feelings run more than an average Vulcan, I felt the bond attraction and want to be loved by that disgusting filth. You know as well as anyone I am not searching for someone or anything-."

Spock loosen up his stance. His hands hung loosely by his sides. I slowly loosen my stance as my brother walked towards me. His towering frame reached me. He ducked his head slightly to my ear as he whispered, "What about your Pon Faar? You cannot-."

I scoffed pushing my brother away. I mumbled, "I figure it out when that time comes. Right now, it's not anytime soon. I have maybe a couple more years."

My shoulder brushed against his upper arm as I walked past, "Enjoy your spar. I will be in the hanger with Mr. Scott."

As I was walking, I could hear the lieutenant whistle, "Wow Mr. Spock. Having to see two Vulcans fight is definitely different than how we do."

Spock answered in a matter-of-factually tone, "Of course Lieutenant. You are human whereas your strength and flexibility is weak compared to ours."

I let out a sigh once I was outside. I breathed out, "I would think I would know if the captain would be taking me out on a date. Overprotective brother of mine."

My voice echoed through the hanger, "Mr. Scott!"

Scotty rolled himself out underneath a cruiser. He answered to my call before rolling back underneath, "I'm 'ere lass!"

I headed to his voice. I crouched down looking underneath the cruiser seeing the red head tinkering. I asked, "How was the meeting with the engineering head?"

Scotty paused in his tinkering. He asked pretending to not hear me the first time, "What was that lass?"

I narrowed my eyes at the scotsman. I repeated, "I asked how was the meeting with the engineering department head?"

Scotty pointed out, "Hey you didn't say department the first time!"

Using my strength, I grabbed the unsuspecting scotsman's ankle pulling him out of underneath the cruiser. He blinked noticing he is now seeing the lights on the ceiling instead of darkness. I crossed my arms, "You heard me the first time, Mr. Scott. Now are you going to answer my question?"

The light red head rubbed his thumb against his tool. He could see himself shining off the silver. He closed his eyes before letting out a huge sigh. He sat up resting his arm on his knee that he brought up. He pointed his tool at me, "You know I cannot really lie to you, lass. I uh didn't meet with the department head. The handsome devil of captain asked if he could have dinner with you alone. He said it was to get to know you better but I heard your brotha intruded."

I waved my hand as to swat away the imaginary figure of my brother, "Do not change the topic to my brother. Yes he did impose on the captain and I but it's not a date if that was what you were thinking."

Scotty's face went into 'oh-dear.' The scottish man rubbed the back of his neck. Just by his actions, I could tell it wasn't what I said. I asked, "Was it a date, Mr. Scott?"

He plopped his leg down dropping the tool in the box. A loud clank echoed through the hanger. He stood up grabbing my bicep to pull me up as well. Scotty licked his dry lips before explaining, "Lass normally when a man requests a lass to dinner it is more likely a date. Now what Jim did wasn't the smartest thing to do as I knew it would bite him in the arse. He came to me askin' if I would say I was with the department head to give the excuse on why I wasn't there but he came to me sayin' he wanted to take you to dinner off-record."

I started to walk towards the entrance of the hanger but I was rooted to my spot. I looked down at the still clasped hand of Mr. Scott. He groaned, "I knoe you would try to find the man. But hear me out, okay?"

Scotty whistled towards an second lieutenant, "Oi, you there!"

The second lieutenant stopped mid-walk glancing over. Scotty pointed to the cruiser, "Do it's maintenance. I'll be back."

Dressed in a one-suit made to get dirty, the second lieutenant headed over to us to take over for Scotty. I felt a pull of my arm as Scotty led me out of the hanger. By the time we got out of the hanger, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He gave my shoulder a squeeze, "Let's get a drink or two."

My hazel eyes trailed to the smiling scotsman, "You're on duty, Mr. Scott. Normally I am not the one who would tell our superiors as my brother would, however for this once I might have to if we proceed to go to-."

The scotsman shook his head as he released my arm. He pointed his finger towards me, "You're goin' to get a drink. I am not."

He saw my mouth open to respond but he interrupted, "Yeah yeah, Vulcans have a higher tolerance to alcohol. I understand but maybe just maybe it would relax you."

I answered before he was able to interrupt me again, "I find working on machines relaxing. Not drinking. I did drink when we were younger but I-."

This time he held up his hand effectively stopping me. He waved his hand around, "But you have an image to uphold as an officer as Star Fleet. I think you need to take a break from your brother there, lass. He's rubbin' off ya."

I rolled my eyes. Scotty finally took a look at my outfit. He narrowed his eyes with suspicion, "You came back from the gym didn't ya?"

I held up my head high, "I paid my brother a visit at the gym. He needed to know his boundaries when it came to my personal life."

Scotty's arm squeezed my shoulder as he started to guide me to who knows where. Scotty responded, "He is only protective over his younger sister."

I scoffed, "I'm his younger twin sister. He is only older by a five minutes and two seconds. Hardly a difference when it comes to age. We were both born on the same day and due to complications of my mother birthing twins I came five minutes and two seconds later."

Scotty's lips turned into a smile. I didn't mind the grime and oil coming off of the scotsman onto me as he squeezed me to his side. I welcomed it as it brings me to a calming place. Others would have tried to get the greasy man off of them but I welcome it.

He explained, "Well you see lass, here on Earth, if there are twins or multiples about the older one would always hold the however many minutes above their younger siblin'. It's by nature to have authority over a sibling."

I mumbled lightly, "So Spock does show some human trait which I am not welcomed to."

Scotty let out a boisterous laugh. Some cadets glanced our way as we walked the grounds. Despite our outfits, the cadets we walked past stood at attention and gave a little salute. Scotty seemed to be ignoring the cadets as he was focusing on the task at hand: me. I would salute back to send them on their way but Scotty wasn't allowing myself to. He was walking too fast. I let out a sigh, "Where are we going, Mr. Scott?"

He didn't answer to my inquiry as he kept guiding me to our destination. I have a feeling he is going to take me to a place to relieve stress.