Here's chapter two. I hope this is in character. I've watched Star Trek, but TOS is like contraband and so hard to get ahold of, plus I think of this Spock as much more human then Spock Prime was at that age. So yeah.
Also, Memory Alpha says he's like what? 28 year's old? I don't believe that, Vulcans age so much more slowly so he has to be like fifty or sixty, but then I have to consider Amanda's age in the movie and him being half human which can make a whole series of things for tweaks and adjustments. Oh well, away from the PADD and to the story. BTW, I want one of those NERF swords for Christmas. So cool.
If I owned Star Trek, I wouldn't being making non-profit stories now would I, hmm?
Trinity had fell asleep in her fit of tears. To know there was another woman in his bed at that very moment drove her very soul into sorrow. Dwelling, however, was not an option.
Brilliant. That was the end-all-beat-all word that described the very being of Trinity Ta'reen Kholer.
Why?
She was a passionate soul. There was never a median. If she did something, it was perfection, if she jacked something up, it was rector scale worthy. In middle school she was promoted two grade levels due to an extensive learning capability and high intellect. At the age of sixteen she graduated high school with high honors, valedictorian of her class. College soon after. Now she was one of the world's most accomplished, young physicists.
Sitting up in the bed she saw her reflections in the room's large mirror. Her green eyes looked vibrant and unearthly due to the swollen redness which surrounded the green-gold. Her dirty-blonde hair was fussed up everywhere. The only way to un fuss it would be to shower and drown in in conditioner. With an angry look she threw the covers off as hard as she could and bathed in her ritual, scalding hot water. She dried her hair and admitted to feeling relatively better.
Sitting back on the bed she placed her head in hands, only to feel something scratching her cheek. On the middle finger of her left hand was the ring Mason gave her.
Trash … With a disgusted feeling she pulled off the ring and let it drop onto the bed. She hated pearls anyway. The thought of pawning it crossed her mind. Then she let it go.
Right now, she was going to look over the project her director gave her. He had called her three days ago, saying that they wanted her to come up with the chemical ratios and properties. He let her take it home to her personal lab.
Miss Kholer opened one of several steel brief cases. There were seventy vials of compounds they wanted her to use on her first trial. Grabbing the papers that were in the case as well she adorned her reading glasses she sat down at the desk in the room, browsing chemicals and reading what had already been tested. She frowned. The lab techs were getting nowhere. They refused to mix the unstable compounds. Of course that could turn out horribly, but it takes great risks to have great accomplishments. That was a phrase she believed whole heartedly.
Two hours passed of mixing and writing, scribbling and frowning. Nothing was working. Nothing, nada, zilch.
Finally she resulted to mixing the hazardous materials. What could harm? She weighed the pros and cons. Okay, fine. The cons defiantly outweighed the pros but she had an idea, and when she had an idea it had to be done. This was one of those moments where she would be deemed brilliant or plain stupid. No median.
Grabbing gloves and a lab coat she prepped the room for air leaks unplugged all appliances and placed all personal belongings on the bed. If this went bad, she at least didn't want anyone else suffering. Trinity went to work, vigorously mixing, adding, heating and whatever else. Too bad she didn't have one of the colliders or more particles to work with. Or did the send her something else?
Going over to one of the other cases she opened it and awed. They sent her some of the mutated matter. The risks never even went through her mind, she just decided to add it to her concoction. She started writing furiously. She poured the chemicals into the matter's canister. Never in a million years would she have guessed what happened next.
"Oh my God …"
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A month had passed since the troubling even with Uhura. Both were in very unstable conditions, however, Spock handled it much better, especially since Kirk and McCoy were such good friends. She decided to take a job on a land base on Earth. It pained them both, but it was for the best both agreed.
There were three days left until they reached San Francisco. The Enterprise's warp needed a little bit of buffing up, even with all the skilled mechanics, they just didn't have the right equipment, that was all back on base.
"Spock." It was Kirk.
"Captain, to what do I owe your visit?" Spock was currently eating breakfast in the cafeteria bay. Kirk grabbed a sandwich and sat across from him in the booth.
He gave his best friend a sympathizing look. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. It can't be easy."
Spock nodded and sat down his fork. "It is complicated, but in hopes that with her leaving, that time will heal such emotions and the remainder of our attractions will diminish, thus transpiring a healthy friendship with no vengeful thoughts."
The answer Kirk received made him blink for a few seconds. Spock's words were sometimes hoards for a normal, cocky, human to fully digest. "Spock, it may not work out that way. A lot of things that end, stay that way. But, we're here for you and plus there will always be another woman to just drop out of the blue and she'll understand you so much better. Listen, someone who truly loves won't treat you like that. And I do know that, that is logical."
Kirk was now leaning over the table, a finger point into Spock's face. Spock gave him a tip up at the edge of his lips. That caused Jim to grin like a Cheshire. "That's my Vulcan! Ah man, when we get back we are hitting every single bar in the city! Maybe I can call up a few of my lady fr-"
"Ah, I understand." Spock replied before he could say anymore. Then there came an all call from Chekov.
"Keptin Kirk and First Commander Spock, there iz un urgent matter on ze bridge, Keptin and Commander there iz un urgent matter on ze bridge." They looked at each other and rushed off.
While walking down the halls Spock grabbed onto Kirk's shoulder. "Jim, I am grateful for your logic."
Kirk smiled. "Your one of my best friends, how could I not?" And with that both returned to hurrying to the deck. They were anxious on the elevator. Kirk was joking, saying that somehow Sulu and Chekov got into a major knock-down drag out fight or McCoy was deliriously making love to his chair. Spock was not as comical and was spinning out ideas as to what could be so emergent.
As the elevator opened, they froze. Nothing was on fire, no one hurt, but everyone was in a spaced out circle, staring intently at something on the lower part of the deck. "Chekov! What's going on?"
"Oh, Keptin, Commander, thank goodness you arriwed. Come, come see." He point across the room, there was a rapidly growing blackhole in the middle of the room. It wasn't large. "Oh god! You don't think you could have told me it was a bit more urgent!"
Chekov stuttered but said nothing. He and Spock went to McCoy. "Mr. Spock, start running scans, I want to know how it got there." Spock went to do just that as Bones intervened.
"Jim it just showed up out of nowhere. We don't what caused it either!" Kirk waved for everyone to step back. "We need to evacuate the ship Jim!" Bones said.
"No not yet. Spock, any readings?"
The half-Vulcan was viciously typing into a pad. "Neither the origins nor compounds creating the hole are showing up."
Sulu came up to speed now. "Is it the Romulans again?" Kirk frowned and Spock simply looked at him.
No answer came.
At that moment screaming could be heard and the hole was spinning viciously. All the crew in that room came jolting to the hole beside Kirk and McCoy.
Spock was the first to scream, "Prepare yourselves!"
Oh wow. That's short. Wow. Didn't see that comin'. Sorry. I'll have the next chapter up in a couple days since this was as long as my pinky toe. That's the thing about word, a false sense of length.
I admit now:
I SUCK AT CLIFFHANGERS!!!!!! You won't find many because I'm one of these OCD people who absolutely without a doubt have to finish no matter what if Jesus struck me down today. If you find typos tell me. I hate typos, yet I can't ever find them. Bleh
Live Long and Prosper.