Well, I've been bored lately. Bored a bunch so I've basically got a lot finished … not like a whole lot of a lot, but a couple more chapters already done! Great! Right?

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"See ya Scotty." Trinity said, heading for the door.

"Thanks lassy, I'll see ya in a bit perhaps!" Scotty yelled. Trinity turned, smiled, waved and headed back on her way. She turned into one of the many illustrious hallways of Starfleet Academy. After walking a little ways she noticed it wasn't the same hallway as before.

It had been a week since they beamed to Iowa, then shuttled to San Francisco. All in all, her experience in the future was quite nice.

Trinity started to muse as she walked, looking for some way out of the building. The entire week she had basically been allowed to wander the campus, get a feel of the new and commonly used technologies. A lot of it was much simpler than she had realized at first.

Money was basically a non-existent issue due to the obliterated percent of poverty and hard times she had knew. That itself was due to the now endless amount of energy and food this new era could produce. Travel didn't required fossil fuels, the pollution, space debris, and anything environmentally destabilizing was gone.

She wondered if space travel was the only issue this new era had. Trinity smiled as she finally reached the front of the compound. It felt good do know the world wasn't doomed to terrorism, pollution, inflation and what not for too much longer.

Trinity walked down the steps and stopped. The cadets were still in school. Uniforms of different colors and variations littered the campus. What shocked her the most was seeing not just the diversity of human populations, but alien ones as well. Never in her life has she seen anything other than a few African Americans, Asians, or Europeans. Human diversity was still a bit odd to her; alien diversity blew her straight out of the water.

Walking past her was a group of students, young ones. One girl had vivid green skin and short, straight red hair, she had no idea what race she was, another was a black male, but with pointed ears and upswept eyebrows, Vulcan no doubt, the third and fourth looked to be twins, human Chinese boys. One of the twins caught her watching from a distance.

He smiled and winked. Trinity just waved and moved on, not wanting to be caught staring any longer.

Aside from that, lately she had gotten closer to Scotty. He seemed to have taken to her easily, which she didn't mind. Actually, she had seen him every day since coming to San Francisco, him showing her things, teaching her what's what, telling her about the mechanics and physics of the Enterprise. If that ship was a real woman, she'd be afraid of how loyal a man Scotty would be. At the thought she giggled.

Currently it was midday and she hadn't eaten breakfast. Normally she would eat in the room Captain Kirk designated for her, but she felt adventurous, and traveled to the campus Mess Hall. It was all the way across campus from where the space dock engineers were trying to tell Scotty about his ship. He clearly stated to her earlier that morning that he ended up telling them a thing or two.

She believed him.

While walking to the Mess Hall she took a couple glimpses. Nothing special, just curious cadets being curious. Right now, considering she had worn everything twice, she was back in the pink shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. There was one week left on Earth.

The Mess Hall was big. Suddenly her adventurous self deteriorated. With a gulp she collected herself. It was worse than high school. Rolling her shoulders back and putting on a face, she placed one hand in her pocket, hoping no one noticed her discomfort in the large mass of cadets, officers, and other guests.

Heading to the food resequencers, she looked around. The entire Mess Hall had walls with mammoth, two-story windows, and two floors. The first floor was separated: one fourth was to order food, the rest was cadet seating. Then there was a large clear stair case leading to an open top floor, kind of like a mall. Other people were sitting up there, a few cadets, but mostly what she recognized as teachers, officers, and others.

Trinity went over, still feeling out of place, and got her food as if she did it every day. She got some food that would make her feel a bit more at home: tortilla soup, sweet tea and Rainier cherries. These were the three comfort foods of her entire life. Then came the big dilemma. Where would she sit?

Her eyes briefly went over the first floor filled with rambling cadets. Most definitely like high school. With a sigh she decided to grow up and made her way for the steps. She walked up them with her tray, none of the officers staring at her, thankfully. The second floor was much quieter due to the hushed conversations of more disciplined people. Some of her discomfort wavered as she looked for a table, unnoticed. With ease she found an empty table up against the window.

Sitting down, she turned on the PADD she had been using for the last week. While eating she started reading about history, despite her dismay for the subject. A few minutes passed by before she heard a loud laugh. It was disturbing enough to make her look up skeptically. Thus she saw Captain Kirk, Doctor McCoy, and Commander Spock.

Cautiously she watched them look for a table, McCoy and Kirk conversing as Spock commented every so often. Eventually as the trio came closer she was noticed.

It was McCoy who had spotted her. He had to whack his Captain on the back of the head to get him to look her way. Trinity felt the sudden urge to leave as she saw the Captain, a vivacious man. Trinity wasn't shy; she just wasn't too comfortable with anyone other than Scotty yet.

"Hey, care if we join you?" Instantly she wondered how many women Captain Kirk could get into his bed. The back of her mind screamed do not ask.

"Not at all, I just sat down myself." With that the two humans and half Vulcan sat at her table.

"Enjoying Starfleet?" Kirk said, looking at her.

"Yeah, this place is wonderful actually. I'm kind of jealous." Trinity offered them a smile, really wishing she had had the chance to study here when she was younger. Too bad though.

McCoy stared at her, "Don't be, the Cadet classes are a kick in the pants just for most of them to be put on a land base or star base. Spock, what's the percentage of graduating hopefuls that are actually put on starships?"

Spock lifted his eyebrow. Trinity turned to him, curious for an answer. She hadn't seen him since they entered the campus. "Doctor, the percent of graduating cadets that are put on starships on average is 67.98%. However, after the attack by Nero, Command is looking to raise that percent drastically to staff the new starships that are being built." Then he resumed eating.

Trinity nodded, that sounded like it should be right. Not everyone could be glorious. "Oh. So Starfleet is space military for lack of a better term?"

The Captain and the Doctor scoffed, Spock obviously didn't react and Trinity found herself frowning in slight confusion. "Please, we beat those MACO guys at football every year!" Kirk seemed prideful in Starfleet.

Spock interjected, thankfully, "In a sense, yes, Starfleet is the equivalent of Earth's space military, however as many comparisons have differences, so does this one."

"Time for a subject change. I mean, what beautiful bombshell blonde wants to talk mechanics, physics, military and blah, blah, blah all the time?"

This time she really did scoff. "Captain Kirk, I don't know of any beautiful bombshells who want to talk science and whatnot, but this blonde finds a great deal of pleasure in those realms."

"I can show you other places of pleasure." Jim leaned forward, his head on his hand, throwing one of his award winning smiles at her.

Trinity frowned and went to open her mouth but both Doctor McCoy and Spock beat her to the punch. "Good God Jim! You've known the poor thing for barely a week! Quit trying to smuggle her into your quarters let alone your bed!" Bones scolded.

Spock came in with, "Captain, I must agree with the Doctor in this instance. It highly illogical to try and 'score' as humans put it, with a respectable scientist who will be accompanying us on our mission until further notice. It would be logical to restrain yourself from such advancements."

"Fine, you guys win, but … just for that one, you two will be accompanying our lovely miss on her shopping trips this week. I mean I'm coming too, but it's on your twos' tabs. That's an order." He smirked and leaned back in his chair winking at Trinity.

She suddenly felt on the spot. "Captain, I hardly think that fair. Woman or not I would never force anyone with notable levels of testosterone to come shopping, let alone pay for it."

"One, you don't call me Captain anymore, it's Jim. And this is Bones, not Doctor McCoy, and this is Spock, not Commander Spock. You'll be with us for a good while I assume so when it comes to formalities, drop them on the turbo lift. Plus, it's not your punishment, it's theirs', how else were you going to pay for what you need?" He raised an eyebrow to her.

"Alright … Jim," she smirked. "Still, I would prefer personal consent from those you wish me to address."

Her eyes turned to Bones who shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Why not, Jim here will just order us to do it anyway."

Lastly she looked at Spock. He seemed to think on it for a moment and nodded. "It is acceptable, as others do address me without the title of commander 87% of the time. Also, we will be working together Dr. Kholer."

Bones looked at her, "I thought you were a physicist?"

"Le-Bones," she said with a slight hesitation, "I have my doctorate in Astrophysics. I suppose that's changed as well hmm?"

"Actually, the term Doctor outside of Starfleet is stilled used for those who chose to take a higher form of human education." Spock informed her.

"Thank you, Spock." The half-Vulcan looked at her as she started to speak with Bones.

A part of him was intrigued. Her personality was an odd mixture for a human he had to admit. She tried to stay logical and non-imposing, but he noticed the flinch she had to act before she thought. Maybe she could help Jim …

"So … has anyone seen Scotty? Or is he back up on the ship?" Jim asked, looking to Spock.

"I am unaware of Mr. Scott's location at this moment."

"Oh, he's beaming up, actually," Trinity said checking the time on the PADD, "he should already be on board."

Jim smirked, "So that's why you don't like me! It's Scotty!"

She frowned. "You're pretty consistent aren't you?"

"Yeah." With that being said she shook her head. "Hey, are those cherries?"

Trinity was positive he never shut up. "Yes, Rainier cherries. May I ask as to why?"

"Hand me one of the stems …. Please?"

She plucked off a stem and handed it to him across the table. With a satisfied grin he nodded and placed it in his pocket. "Thanks, just so you know, I'm going to put this to good use later."

"Do I want to know what he's going to do?" she asked Bones.

"No. No you don't." She just nodded. Feeling comfortable with Bones around, she realized, wasn't hard. He was just as naturally sarcastic as she was. Only, Trinity had learned to let Christ keep one hand on her shoulder, and the other over her mouth.

"Oh, shit." Sneering she took down her hair and shook it lose.

Trinity was trying to put her hair up in high hopes of looking decent when Jim, Bones, and Spock retrieved her. Looking in the mirror she wondered what happened in the timeline to make men so complacent with going shopping. Some things she didn't understand.

Sighing she decided just to leave it down. She didn't have any makeup other than what had been in her bag like her clothes. It was just foundation and lip gloss. Rolling her eyes she put on the foundation and left the bathroom. Lip gloss was just a bad thing in general.

Jim had been nice enough to talk to one of the Admirals about giving her a cadet dorm to stay in while they were on shore leave.

Going into the little kitchen section and she got a cup of coffee. Taking a drink she sat down and looked out a window and onto the bay. She saw people on boats, strange boats, and other vehicles she wouldn't have recognized if they hadn't been in use when first seeing them.

Ping-Ping-Ping

The door opened as she stood up, cup in her hand, "Good morning."

"Nice to see you up and ready. I think you're the first pretty woman I've ever seen this early who didn't have a hangover and has clothes on!" Jim said. Bones smacked him a good one on the back of the head. Harshly he said, "Keep it clean for once, Jim?"

"Do I get anything out of it?"

Trinity sighed and placed her cup on the small table then waved to Spock. "How are you?"

He raised an eyebrow. Before he could comment she said due to his gesture, "Uh, is that … not acceptable?"

He shook his head, his emotionless face unwavering, not did his formal stance. "I was merely making note of your question. I have not known for humans to ask me about my well being while being acquainted for such a short amount of time."

It was her turn to raise her eyebrows, considering she couldn't raise just one. "Oh. Glad to be the first. Now let's try this one more time, how are you during this lovely California morning?"

Bones and Jim had stopped their bickering long enough to watch the encounter unfold. Jim looked at Bones who just shrugged.

Spock's head tilted just slightly, his curiosity heightening. Their eyes locked, almost as if they were in an argument. Trinity placed one hand on her hip, unsure of why this seemed so important, but Spock was an enigma to her. "I am satisfactory this morning."

"Glad to hear." With that she smiled and took a step back, all of the tension evaporating. "So, would you guys like some breakfast?" she offered.

"You replicated breakfast?" Jim asked.

Trinity chuckled slightly and shook her head, "No, in all honesty I'm still a bit weary on your replication food. I planned on actually cooking, a token of appreciation. I don't know many, if any, men who would go shopping."

"Bones, would you like a nice home cooked meal from a nice lady?" Jim said, instantly hungry.

After the two agreed she turned to the half-Vulcan man. "And you Spock?"

He thought on it for a moment. "Breakfast sounds acceptable."

Trinity smiled at the round of acceptance. "Well, I'm flattered boys. Have you a seat. What's everyone want? I cook to order." Heading for the small kitchen area she winked.

"Coming out of your shell aren't you?" Bones commented.

"I find different approaches are better for different settings and situations. Know what you want?"

Bones gave her his order of an egg, jalapeño, cheese and ham omelet. Jim wanted pancakes, lots of pancakes and sausage. Spock simply requested fruit. That confused her a bit; Spock's breakfast request, but she didn't say anything. She knew nothing of Vulcan diets.

Trinity fixed their meals with light banter in between. Setting the plates in front of them she smiled and grabbed four glasses. "You boys alright with tea?"

"We're good, how about you Commander?" Spock turned to look at Jim.

"You call me Commander even though you made an order for me not to call you Captain during shore leave? That is an illogical request."

"Yeah, now what please tell the nice science lady what you'd like to drink." Jim smiled at him and clapped him once on the shoulder. Trinity would have sworn she'd seen him sneer.

"Not fond of tea?"

"I am quite accustomed to tea of various sorts."

"Well, what kind of sorts that way you can drink something pleasant, hmm?"

"Unsweetened."

She brought back over four glasses of tea, no breakfast of her own. Soon the four left and went into the city.

Considering it was Saturday, the city was crawling with Starfleet personnel and cadets. After a couple hours Jim and Bones had completely left her and Spock. Jim went off with a few lovely cadets and Bones stopped by a book store.

"Are they always like that?"

"Yes." Trinity sighed and left it at that, carrying several bags of clothes.

"Thank you," she told Spock, who merely looked at her. She smiled and shook her head, "Thanks for staying with me; I'd be lost by now if you hadn't. That's very considerate of you."

Spock had made a note of her politeness or appreciation of gestures of individuals. Gratitude was an emotion so he had never experience more than a smidge of it. "It was only logical to accompany you, for as you said you would be lost had I not."

"Yes and paying for these. It's nice to know there are decent people when you need them."

All he did was nod. They walked up a street side by side in silence. Trinity found it a bit uncomfortable. "So, how long have you been in Starfleet?"

"I have been with Starfleet for six and a half years."

She nodded, hoping to somehow coax him into a conversation. Despite his lack of emotions and distaste of certain things, she had to admit he was nice company to have. He wasn't a chatterbox, emotional stability was a great thing, and he didn't poke too many questions of his own without reason.

"Is Enterprise the first ship you've served on? Tell me a bit about yourself and your culture, you know more than enough about me just by default of my situation and humans obviously aren't strangers for you."

His eyebrow went up and he finally looked down at her. It was the first time he realized she had eyes the color of Vulcan blood when oxidized. "What would you prefer to know about me?"

She stopped for a moment and looked at him long and hard. "Come on and let's sit down, grab something." Trinity led him into a small ice cream shop. For her the coolness of the air was welcome, but she noticed Spock tense up slightly in the shoulders. "You okay?"

"Vulcans have a lower body temperature than humans do and are tuned to warmer, more arid climates."

"Oh I'm sorry! Let's leave then, I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable after being so nice and all." His mind always noted her mannerisms, which kept surprising him and she had wondered why he was wearing a sweater in San Francisco.

"It would be illogical since I have adapted to cooler Earth climates." Trinity nodded, wanting to ask him to reconsider, but figured it to be pointless since he was straightforward when she asked him something.

"What does this establishment sale?" he asked her, looking around the room with something Trinity considered curiosity. "Ice cream … Have you ever had ice cream?"

Spock shook his head. "No, I have not. My … mother, she mentioned it once, saying there is a likely chance I wouldn't be fond of it. Vulcans are not particular to sweet or cold foods."

"Really? That's astounding. You should try some though; being only half Vulcan there's that one in a million chance you may like it."

He raised an eyebrow, "And how did you come to that statistic?"

"One in a million is a human saying. I'm surprised you haven't heard it. Either way, wanna try some?"

He thought on it for a moment, making his decision as any other Vulcan would. "It is illogical to try something such as ice cream while I do not eat anything too cold or sweet."

She shook her head, defying his logic. "It's quite logical to try it because you never have and do not know what it tastes like and you're partially human. Humans love ice cream, thus you may just like it." With that she smiled.

"Well, seeing as how you are persistent with your own logical conclusions, I shall try some."

"Good." They went up to the counter of the small shop and placed an order. Once they had their cones in hand they walked back outside and sat down at a small table. Trinity took a bit of her dark chocolate and fudge ice cream, while Spock merely looked at his.

"Go ahead, you can toss it if you don't like it." He had gotten a fruit flavor, watermelon, which she had thought he would get vanilla. He must have liked watermelons.

He looked at her once before taking a bite. For some odd reason she smiled waiting for his reaction. After the bite he waited for a moment and nodded. "You like it?"

"It is agreeable with my pallet. Your logic was correct."

"That pleases me. Everyone needs to try ice cream once in their life."

Spock watched as she smiled and continued to eat her ice cream. He was becoming more curious about her by the second. In a small manner, her personality that was, she reminded him of his mother, even though she held none of his mother's physical attributes. It was a logical reason to be at ease in her presence due to his still recent loss.

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