The good doctor decided to take my so-called therapy sessions to the diner. The sessions only entailed basic conversations. Leonard dabbed the sides of his mouth, "What made you go into Star Fleet?"

My spoonful of oatmeal was halfway to my mouth. The hand holding the spoon dipped in height before bringing it back up to eat the oats. After the spoonful, I placed my spoon back in the bowl.

"That's a story I rather not go into, doctor, " I cleared my throat.

Leonard raised his brows. He clicked his tongue, "Does it have to do with a certain male Vulcan?"

I placed my chin against my open palm. Looking towards the window, I studied the passerbys. Human, Vulcan and other humanoids strolling by the diner and through the streets. A young couple walked hand and hand with smiles on their faces. The male seemed to say something funny as the female laughed and gave a light nudge to his ribs.

Feeling my heart and body grow heavy, I tore my attention away towards another spoonful of oatmeal. I took a bite before answering, "If I answer the way you want, will you not speak of him?"

The doctor pursed his lips. He took in a deep breath before slowly releasing it, "Alright fine. Only for today. I won't touch on the subject today but at some point we will revisit the subject."

I had a feeling that was going to be his answer. Logically that would be her way of going about this type of situation. It made sense. I let out a light huff, "Yes and no. On Vulcan, I wanted to get off the planet. The only way to not being around other Vulcans who viewed myself as an invalid was to enlist into Star Fleet. People are prejudice to anyone who is different. Humans were just the lesser evil of the two."

Leonard pressed his lips together into a firm line. I pushed my oatmeal to the side not feeling hungry anymore. I took a sip of my hot tea, "Spock who was able to hide his emotions better than I wasn't bullied as much. Sure, he was bullied when we were children. We both were. As we grew older, he was able to hide better. I, unfortunately, have not. When he..."

I swallowed breathing in through my nose. I tapped my finger tips against the ceramic mug, "Anyways I'm trying to keep my emotions controlled. I want to put in for leave to visit to a Vulcan sanctuary. I need to reevaluate the old teachings of Suvak."

Leonard adjusted himself in his seat. He started to shake his head taking a deep breath, "Now I want you to really think about this, Sara. You are fine the way you are emotions and all. I can help you keep your emotions under control. You wouldn't be you if you purged all of your emotions."

I bit inside of my cheek. I listened to the doctor as he continued, "There will always be prejudice in the universe. We could easily head straight into a system with a planet which has their species not liking humans. That easily takes out 99% of the Enterprise crew. Not everyone is going to be happy with who they are surrounded by but I'd like to say to hell with them. As long as you are happy and doing what is best for you, you shouldn't care what others think. You should be proud of who you are. Want to know who I see in front of me?"

He didn't wait for my response. He answered his own question, "I see a beautiful young Vulcan and Human senior engineering officer. I see a woman who isn't afraid. I see a woman who will protect those close to her. You hear me? That's what I see. I'm sure if we asked the captain or anyone else what they see it would be similar."

My grip tightened on my mug. My knuckles turned white. My voice was hardly a whisper but it was more rough than usual, "My own betrothed didn't see me as worth while. He saw me as a hideous creature who shouldn't be among the living. He saw a half breed female who he felt the need to torture to bring out the emotion Vulcans swore to keep hidden. He saw a vulnerable woman who was naive. She believed him when he told her no one wouldn't put an effort to love her as he bruised her body. She believed him when he told her not even her family accept her while he left cuts all over her body."

My throat was constricting. The mug's handle broke into pieces. It earned a few gasps and a startled scream or two. I blinked at the destroyed mug. Little droplets of copper colored blood surfaced from the cuts. A few fragments of the ceramic was embedded into my palm and fingers. Leonard stood up grabbing my wrist. He placed a the amount on the table. He called to the waitress, "Sorry 'bout that! Don't worry about the change. It should cover for the mug as well."

He dragged my person out of the diner and down the street. Leonard stopped taking my hand into his. He turned my hand side to side. He mumbled, "Let's get this fixed."

While Leonard tugged me to the hospital where his office resides, I felt warm droplets fall from my cheeks.

Jim had to take extra strides to catch up to his Vulcan science officer. Jim called out to Spock, "Spock, hold on just a minute. I know Bones called us both but what's causing your hurry?"

The two arrived at the doctor's office. Spock knocked on the door then opened it without the doctor's permission. Spock went straight to the point, "How is she?"

Leonard looked up from his P.A.D.D. seeing the Vulcan science officer and their captain in his office. Leonard cleared his throat, "Well why don't you come in?"

The good doctor gestured to the door, "Close the door, will ya?"

Jim's brows furrowed and closed the door. Jim asked, "She? Who is she? Are you talking about T'Saraphina?"

Spock ignored the captain as he pressed again, "Doctor I asked how is she? Any progress?"

Leonard rolled his eyes answered, "Oh why don't you take a seat? Sit."

Spock chose to stand. Jim looked between his science officer and chief medical officer. Leonard sighed, "Sara is showing symptoms of what you gave me of what she was researching. I had to treat her hand today. She destroyed a mug while talking about that Vulcan guy."

Jim knitted his brows holding a hand up to pause the conversation, "Wait a minute. What symptoms? Bones you've been seeing her?"

Spock was starting to show impatience for the captain's lack of following. Spock clenched his jaw, "T'Saraphina is showing symptoms of Post-traumatic stress disorder and body dysmorphic disorder."

Many different types of anger flowed through Spock. Leonard cleared his throat, "I called you two here not only to give an update but I think it would be wise to have her spend time with her close friends and family. I will not speak of what her and I talked about. Just know Jim, she wants to put in leave to visit a Vulcan sanctuary."

Jim turned his attention to Spock, "What does that mean?"

Spock straightened up, "If that is her choice. We shouldn't stop her."

Leonard slammed his hand on his desk, "By god you green-blooded hobgoblin, she wants to take away something that is her. Just because you two are twins does not mean she should be like you!"

Jim started to put two and two together. Jim rounded on Spock, "Are you saying if she wanted to take away emotion, you think she should?"

Spock's attention went past the doctor towards the glass windows behind him. A few cars drove by. Spock answered, "If that is her wish then so be it. I don't see any problem with it as it is what makes us Vulcan."

Jim felt his veins burn, "Spock. You are saying that you should take something away that is ultimately what makes her her! Can you imagine your sister not being the way she is?"

Spock closed his eyes taking a deep breath. He couldn't. He couldn't imagine it. Emotions, despite how illogical they may seem, are what makes his sister the way she is. He saw it at a young age that the teachings of Suvak didn't sit well with her. She tried many times even when they became 'teenagers' . He saw her struggle to purge to the point it brought her to tears. All she wanted was to be accepted.

Spock was writing up a length paper about quadratic equations when his sister burst into his room. Spock was ready to scold her but he felt the words change into words of concern, "What happened, T'Saraphina?"

T'Saraphina had her jaw clenched. A few stray tears slid down her cheeks. Spock took in the state of her clothes. They were dirty and ruffled. She sniffled, "I tried, Spock. I really tried. I was on my way home from a daily meditation. A few men jumped me."

Spock felt anger bubble up in him. He stood up pulling his sister inside, "Where was Serock?"

T'Saraphina swallowed thickly, "He had a meeting to go to with his parents."

Spock went to his dresser pulling out a shirt and a pair of long pants. He turned towards her, "Come before mother and father come home."

The older twin gently took his sister to the bathing room. He placed his clothes on the table, "Sit while I get the bath ready."

T'Saraphina sat down on a chair near the large tub. Spock started the water and placed oils in. Spock crouched in front of his sister. His hand went to her cheek. He saw her wince. He was ready to pull away but T'Saraphina grabbed his hand and placed it against her cheek. His body temperature felt good against the forming bruise. Spock's angled brows furrowed together as he started to come up with a solution. T'Saraphina saw how hard her brother was thinking to protect her. She gave his hand a squeeze bringing his attention towards her. Her voice was quiet and soft, "I can't get rid of them. I tried really hard. I cannot be like you or father."

Spock's face softened. He pulled his hand away from his sister to turn off the warm water. Spock stood up, "Clean yourself and apply ointment then change into my clothes."

Spock was about to turn away but his sister grabbed his hand. Her fingers tangled themselves at the tips of his. T'Saraphina swallowed, "I'll try again. I will try harder for father."

Teenage Spock squeezed his sister's fingers before releasing them. Spock didn't know what else to say except for, "If you need to, my door is open for you tonight."

Before he fully turned away to leave, he saw a soft broken smile from his sister. Since they were toddlers, they would crawl into each other's bed to have that safety net of feeling safe with each other.

Spock's jaw twitched, "If that is what my sister decided on, then shall be it."

Jim let out a groan, "You're incredible. You're fucking incredible."

The captain shook his head leaving the two in the doctor's office. Spock moved his eyes downward. Leonard felt his anger start to bubble up again, "You don't want her to do that, don't you? You know it would change her and not for the better. Why say have her do what she wants when it wouldn't be good?"

Spock flicked his eyes to the doctor. Spock's voice lowered, "If it would help her with the disorders, then so be it. I just want my sister to be in a good state of mind. I want her to be healthy mentally."

Leonard's lips went into a firm line.

The series of knocking at the door woke me up from a nap. I pushed myself off the couch with my bandaged hand. I winced letting out a light hiss. I sat up moving my hair to one shoulder. The knocks haven't stopped. I called out irritated, "I'm coming! Hold on."

I headed to the door opening it. James Kirk was on the other side. He looked angry. My angled brows knitted together in confusion, "Capt-."

Jim interrupted, "Don't do it."

My face grew into more confusion, "What are you talking about? Don't do what?"

Jim licked his lips. My eyes briefly caught that movement before looking back towards his eyes. Jim pushed himself into my apartment while speaking, "Don't you get rid of your emotions."

I huffed, "Captain, I believe that is my decis- what are you doing?"

His hand slid through my hair. He pulled me towards him and his soft lips met my own softly. His hand wove itself to behind my head. My curls tangled themselves and around his fingers. His other hand went to my left cheek. His thumb lightly grazed against my cheek. Jim pulled away, not far as our breaths mingled with each other, and closed his eyes. His forehead touched my own. He breathed out softly, "Don't do it. I... I like the way you are."

My hazel eyes studied his face. I noticed light skin imperfections on the tops of his cheeks. I pulled out of his grasp finally coming to my senses. I shook my head, "No. No."

Jim's anger was replaced with frustration. Jim placed his hands on his hips shaking his head. Jim started, "You know when I met you, I thought oh she's beautiful. You showed a free spirit. I saw a brave strong woman. Then I found out you were a Star Fleet Engineering senior officer. I thought, wow she's beautiful and smart. Smarter than me by a long shot. You know when you were training Chekov in engineering, I saw your face brightened when the ensign did something right. You showed emotion. When we decided to put the Enterprise under water, you were enraged with concern. You showed concern for the wellbeing of the crew and the ship."

Jim knew he shouldn't have kissed the Vulcan but it was an on the spot action. He didn't think about it and he was sure she didn't either at first. Jim waited for a few moments before continuing softly, "Even though you were in a life and death situation, you were passionate and took things slow. I remembered the hesitation you had when it came to doing specific things. You were concerned and wanted me to be comfortable."

I glanced down at my bandaged hand. I picked at the bandages. I remember that night. All too well. I closed my eyes shaking my head, "That was a courtesy. Vulcans, during that time, can be rather rough. You are human and I didn't want to hurt you."

Jim snapped his fingers, "You know what tells me? You were worried. You had an emotion that you felt strongly about despite your urges."

His body presence was closer to my own. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. I placed my hands on his chest, "I'm sorry. I can't."

His hands slowly enveloped around mine. He gave them a squeeze. His voice stayed soft, "T'Saraphina. I want you to look at me."

I opened my eyes to a serious looking Jim. Jim held my look. He rubbed his thumbs across my hands, "There is one thing I'm sure about and that's I like you. I mean really like you just the way you are. Emotions can be a roller coaster. Hell, humans deal with them on the daily. You're half human. You are supposed to feel them. You got your logic thinking and advanced intellect. That's your Vulcan side of you. You being half and half of two different species actually compliment each other. There would be times where you listen to your head and there will be times were you listen to your heart."

He brought my hands to his lips. His eyes never broke away from mine. After two pecks to my hands, he kept them close to his lips. His words fanned over my hands, "I cannot imagine you with suppressed emotions. I wanted to see you to give you my two cents. Like Spock said, it is ultimately your decision. If you decide to go forward, I will arrange transport for you. I'll support whatever decision you decide."

For the umpteenth time, I felt my eyes water. I blinked the feeling away. When did I become a blubbering mess? Jim released my hands and they fell to my sides. Jim sidestepped around me, "I'll leave you for the night. Just think about it. We will help you in any way we can to get through this."

I could hear the meaning of him helping, not only everyone. Jim left my apartment leaving me to my thoughts. I let out a groan heading to my room. I grabbed my gym bag and headed out to let out some steam and thoughts.

A/N: This was a serious chapter. I'm sorry. I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you think!