Hell Hath No Fury
Christine sat in her little office lost in thought as sipped at her now tepid plomeek tea. She didn't even like the stuff, she just drank it because of Spock. Because it was Vulcan. But Nyota claimed he didn't even like it. Now she couldn't even stand the smell of it. She felt like flinging it across the room. Instead, she went out to the food synthesizer to request good old fashioned earth coffee.
Dr. McCoy was there getting the same.
"Morning Christine, I didn't know you were on duty?"
"I'm not, not yet at least. I was just trying to catch up on my studies." She poured out her tea and requested coffee hot and black.
"How are you holding up?"
Uhg, the last thing she wanted to do was explain how she was holding up as if somebody died. She only lost her best friend and the love of her life. That was not such a big deal, was it?
"Fine doctor, why do you ask?"
"Chris you know we're all worried about you, we know you've been down lately. I wish you would talk to us, let us cheer you up."
"I don't need cheering up I need off this ship, have you processed my request for transfer yet?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't think you really want to transfer. I think you are trying to run away and that's never a good idea."
"That's my business doctor."
"Look, you are on this ship because you abandoned a promising career in biomedical research for Roger. Now you're on the fast track to becoming a ships doctor. Do you want to give that up because of a man again?"
"I'm not giving up anything. I can study medicine on any other ship." Christine said.
"But your career is here, your friends are here-"
"What friends? You mean friends like Nyota who steal your man! Or the friends who are whispering and laughing at me behind my back! Those kinds of friends?"
"Christine Nyota did not steal Spock from you, if you would just let her explain-"
"Not you too Doctor! I don't want to hear more of her lies. It sounds like you're on her side so I guess you're not my friend either. Fine, approve my transfer and you can be rid of Christine the troublemaker and Debbie Downer," she nearly shouted.
"That's not what I meant at all. I'm on nobodies side, there are no sides in this." McCoy tried to reason with her.
"Yes there are, you're either on the side of the hussy who stole Spock right out from under my nose or you're on my side."
"Christine-"
"Did you know?"
"Know what?"
"Did you know what was happening between them? Did you know and not say anything to me while she slithered her way into his bed?"
"Christine, do you hear yourself? You know damn well that that's not what happened."
"All I know is my 'best friend' is married to the man I love, the man I have been patiently waiting for, showing attention to, catering to for years. And do you know the worst part? Nobody seems surprised. Nobobody is shocked. There is no outrage. Everyone just accepts it as the way things are, the way things are supposed to be. Well, it's not the way it's supposed to be. I am the one he was supposed to turn to, me, not Nyota."
"But I never had a chance did I, not when little miss Uhura was sashaying around the ship nipping at Spock's heels every chance she got, singing and dancing, more like gyrating around him. Always falling out of her chair and right into his lap I suppose and I was none the wiser? I was so stupid. Telling her all about how I felt and all the time she must have been amused. They must have been meeting at night in bed laughing at stupid Christine who was still chasing Spock when he was already with Nyota. It just sickens me to think my own friend was screwing around behind my back." Christine cried.
"Christine, it was nothing like that," McCoy said.
"How do you know Doctor? Were you there? Why didn't he come to me if he needed a wife? It should have been me!" she screamed as she ran from the sickbay leaving her coffee in the synthesizer abandoned and unwanted.
McCoy went to his office, his coffee abandoned as well and got out his special brew, saurian brandy. He poured himself just a few fingers, he still had a full day of work ahead of him after all. But he was in need of its medicinal powers. After taking a sip of his drink he thought about the situation. Spock sure did have an effect on women. Christine was scorned and Uhura was running around with his Katra suffering from Vulcan fever. "And I'm staying out of it," McCoy thought as he raised a toast to bachelorhood.
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There was no place on this ship Christine could go and get away from Spock and Nyota. They were the hottest gossip topic and since everybody knew she and Nyota were friends and that she was also in love with Spock when she entered a room the conversations stopped and a hush fell over the crowd.
Yeah, real subtle. She thought as she took a seat at an empty table in the ships only restaurant. It was really just a rec-room converted to look a little less recreational. It had darker lights and a bar. And that's what she needed, a drink.
She ordered red wine when the attendant came to take her order. He gave her a weird look but she was getting used to it. Too early for drinks? Maybe but so what. She was just getting started. She was on her 3rd glass of wine when the room got hushed again. She turned towards the door to see what the commotion was about. And there stood Spock and Uhura. Together. Uhura was grinning up into Spock's face and it made Christine sick. How dare they!?
Spock must have sensed her staring at them and he looked her way. He whispered something to Nyota and she looked at her next. Then Uhura did something outrageous. She smiled at Chris, took her two fingers and held them out to Spock. Spock hesitated a moment and then touched his fingers to hers and Uhura led him over to an empty table.
That was it! Christine had seen enough. Her first thought was to go over there and toss her drink right in Nyota's face. But she wouldn't give that hussy the satisfaction of accusing her of assault. Instead, she swallowed her drink and her pride and stumbled out of the restaurant before anyone could see her crying.
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Komack was livid. Every time he thought about Spock and Lieutenant Uhura outside of his office he saw red. Another human woman in the arms of that Vulcan, being manhandled by him. Didn't she know how dangerous they were? You don't lay down with Vulcans and walk away. You were trapped for life. Komack knew the Vulcans held some sort of sway over humans he just didn't know what it was exactly. Was it their mind-melding telepathic ability that mesmerized foolish women and led them down the path of destruction?
Oh, it wasn't just women, men too got caught up in those Vulcans. Komack watched as friends and colleagues who were assigned to Vulcan started acting strange, quoting Surak and talking about logic. Logic! Logic didn't get humans this far, it was faith, perseverance, and hard work. Logic be damned!
Lieutenant Uhura was a fool but she would see, only it would be too late when she did. She'd end up like the Vulcan ambassadors wife following her husband around like his little lap dog while he treated her like garbage. It was already happening, someone on the Enterprise had it in for Lt. Uhura. He'd received another anonymous report. It contained little evidence to convict Spock but what it did contain was pieces of the puzzle. The captain and the doctor were covering up for Spock and his crimes. So they were in on it too. Anyone who played nice with the Vulcans got burned and it was their own damn fault.
His opinions were not as popular as they once were. there was a time when you could openly discuss your dislike for the alien element in Starfleet but not anymore. Every day there were more and more non-humans joining their ranks and taking up positions of power. Soon there wouldn't be room for humans, the very race that founded the federation!
Komack went to his desk and opened his file on the Vulcan Spock. The half breed. He was outstanding in every way even scoring higher than any Vulcan they had ever tested. He was obviously the result of selective breeding to get the most out of both human and Vulcan. And they were probably going to do the same thing to Miss Uhura and any children she had. The first salvo in creating a super race no doubt. It was up to Komack to stoop them. Spock would be the last of these supermen if Komack had any say in the matter. And he did.