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I liked this chapter personally. It was fun to write, I was feeling so mischevious. ; D Plus it's corny. I like corny!

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If I did own Star Trek I would have already graduated from high school. And I'm a Junior.

"You're crazy!"

"And you're a fuckin' horn-dog!"

Several other people on the street turned to watch the most interesting scene unfold. There stood the heroic Captain James T. Kirk and Starfleet's most promising cadet. Only it wasn't a pretty scene.

The dark haired girl stomped out of San Francisco's best bar, Glacier Stun. Jim Kirk followed her down the dark street. "Come on, let me get you a drink and apologize!"

She turned around with one hand on her hip, the other on her chin. "Is that supposed to make things better? Please, you're a narcissistic bastard who fucks 'em and dumps 'em. So forgive me for not wanting to be on that list of poor girls who have had their hearts broke by the notorious James T. Kirk. Later loser."

With a smirk she turned around one more time before being caught by a much stronger hand on her upper arm. Jim managed to slip her under his arm where she couldn't wriggle out. "Now, don't take it so personally sweetheart. When girls get with me they know what they're asking for. They're just as willing as I am."

"Tell that to my sister. Now if you'll finally excuse me your royal pain my ass, I've got people to see." She basically yelled that at him and elbowed him in the gut.

Then she took off down the street. Thus, there stood Jim soaked in the drink she poured on him earlier, a bruise on his gut and dateless. Scoffing he pulled off his drenched Starfleet shirt and walked back bare-chested.

On his way back to the campus he was faced with the puzzling dilemma of who's sister that was.

Eventually he came across a small diner where people were having dinner. In a booth off to the side he saw his half-Vulcan friend and his new scientist. He pulled back on his shirt, which was now partially dry, but smelled of alcohol. For a moment he stood outside watching. They didn't see him, they were at too far of an angle.

"Jim!" Turning his head he looked down the street.

"Sulu! What's up?"

The Japanese man shrugged, "Not much sadly. I had headed towards a sword shop but they were already closed so I went for a walk. What are you doing? Getting dinner?"

Sulu's smile fell as Jim's rose into a mischievous grin. "Yeah, join me hmm?"

"Eh sure."

"Listen just follow me alright?" He said, ducking into the dimly lit diner. It was the kind of place Spock would take a woman, he thought. Giddy with mischief Jim lead Sulu, trying to find a table where they wouldn't be spotted.

"Why does your shirt smell like alcohol?"

"I'd rather not say," he commented holding his hand up. They were at a table by a potted plant and a half wall where he could see without being seen.

"Sir, is there something going on?" Jim thought about letting Sulu in on his little spy game.

"Look over there, the back booth. Do you see what I'm seeing?"

Sulu was confused and stood up to look but Jim pulled him back down, "No! Look through the plant!"

Sulu was completely oblivious as to what had his Captain so riled. "Sir, I'm not sure what you're asking me to see."

Jim stared at him hard and Sulu seemed a bit afraid. "Look at the booth in the back." The helmsman's eyebrows came together and he took a more intimate look at the back booth. There he saw Trinity and much to his disbelief, Spock.

"Are they on a-"

"Date? Seems that way." Jim said, finally satisfied that Sulu had found them. Eventually a waitress came over and Jim ordered something at random because he was too busy spying. Sulu wondered how he hadn't seen this coming.

"Sir, Commander Spock doesn't consider things like this as humans do. It's merely dinner for him, probably for her too."

Jim frowned, knowing he was right, "Yeah but when does he ever take a woman out despite how he perceives it? Sulu, I think we have a beautiful thing here. Too bad she's all scientific or she'd be in my bed tonight."

Sulu shook his head.

"This is a nice place. A personal favorite of yours or just something you decided to try?" Trinity asked.

"I have heard some of the cadets speak of it while I was teaching. It is 'alien friendly' as humans would put it." He commented.

Spock and Trinity were sitting in the back booth by the window. The two had met for dinner to discuss matters of science, cultures, and become familiar with one another as they would be working together on the time travel technology.

She chuckled, something Spock had noted that she did quite often. "I'm honestly having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I've been here for two weeks."

He looked at her. "Two weeks is not much time considering the busy schedule, so you merely have not had ample time to familiarize yourself with many new individuals and a seemingly new culture."

"Tell me about it. It's like everything I ever knew is gone. Earth isn't hosting wars between it's own countries, the economy. It's a lot to take in. At least it's pleasant. I keep talking, why don't you tell me about Vulcan and your culture. I'd be fascinated to hear about it." Trinity folded her hands in her lap, and leaned forward slightly, alert and attentive.

Spock wasn't sure what she wanted to know about his home land. His memories of the world itself were fond, but of the people had who lived among the now obliterated planet, not so much. "Vulcan's climate was very much like that of Earth's deserts."

She picked up on his words, "Was?"

Something stirred in him. Spock repressed the massive feeling of loss that came with the reminder that he no longer had his home world or his mother. "Vulcan was destroyed by a black hole, we are now an endangered species."

Trinity could feel her throat close up and stomach lurch. An apology wouldn't have sufficed at this moment. Her mouth opened but she shut it and turned her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"It is illogical to apologize for something you had no previous knowledge of. The loss was great but my people are rebuilding with guidance from the remaining members of the Vulcan High Command." Spock realized her unwillingness to speak now due to his unfortunate topic.

A human piece of him retaliated, wanting him to bring her back up her normal spirits, but he consulted his Vulcan mind. Considering this was a private conversation and she needed knowledge on other cultures, it was logical to bring her back to conversing with him. "As I have mentioned earlier Vulcans prefer higher temperatures as well as non-humid climates. Despite looking like humans we are very non-human."

Trinity came up to speed slightly, the uncomfortable feeling of guilt disappearing gradually. "So Vulcan physiologies, aside from basic bone structures are different from humans? How so?"

Spock continued speaking of the comparisons and contrasts of Humans and Vulcans. Somewhere during their conversation, Trinity located an intruder.

A smirk slowly crawled across her face and looked back to Spock. Spock raised an eyebrow and went to turn his head around to see what was so interesting.

"Don't turn around, just look at me." With great curiosity he did as she said.

"What amuses you and why have you instructed me to not look in the opposing direction?"

"I've just spotted one of your crewmen and a very lecherous captain." Spock frowned as much as a Vulcan could. Then again, perhaps it was just a coincidence.

"Perhaps the Captain and crewman are having dinner. This is a very popular place among the Starfleet cadets and I doubt that the Captain has not eaten at this establishment before."

"No, they're spying. Trust me. He keeps moving that plant back and forth." She snickered. "Well, Mr. Spock, would you like to fool your captain for just one night?"

Spock considered this. Pranks were illogical, and what benefit would it be to him to fool Jim? Suddenly Spock reprimanded himself remembering all the juvenile things Jim had ever done and said to him. One night of confusion surely would never repay Spock's countless 'prankee' record.

"And in what ways would we fool Captain Kirk?" Spock's eyebrow rose with the mischievousness that was currently flitting around his cranium.

"By giving him what he wants. Then we completely deny everything. People hate it when they know they seen something, but no one believes them. Completely hilarious."

The Half-Vulcan seemed curious and weary. "If we were to commit this practical joke, in what manner would it be conducted?"

"The way he keeps looking at us like we're a new toy and he's a seven year old, considering you two are friends. Your dear Jim has come to the conclusion we're on a date." Spock saw her logic. Jim wanted to get him another 'lady friend', as he had called it before, and thus finding them at a restaurant by themselves in the evening was very date like. Suddenly his mind opposed a question.

"You were not under any implications that we are on a date?" He said, voice even and calm.

Trinity wondered how he did that, so smooth. She was a bit envious, but internally laughed. By being envious, she was falling away from what she envied. Oh well, humans are fickle creatures she thought.

"No I don't think that. I know we are merely colleagues."

Merely colleagues. Some emotion, a strange one settled into him. It was an emotion very akin to relief he suspected. Lately he was becoming more accepting of tinier emotions. The prank with the benefit of fooling Jim was highly amusing.

"So, you in?"

Human phrases would always be alien to him. "I am … in."

A smile passed over her lips, but it was more seductive, something women did for men he remebered. Suddenly he was rethinking his acceptance. "Relax, it doesn't mean anything. It's an act."

He nodded, strangely trusting the younger woman. Spock, nervous, finally knew mischief.

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Shoot, it's short. I prewrote a lot of the chapters and I guess I'mma have to fix a lot of them =.= Goodbye Friday evenings.

Live Long and PROSPER!!!! HOES!