A.N. No, it's not Spock being awkward. Spock has a reason for being a tool face, even if it is a lame one lol

"Snard" is from a book series, and now I'm sad because no one knew that :( it's another word for semen.

Thebestkindofcharity: Thanks for the idea about tying a butt naked Spock to the statue outside lol Armas thought it was a good plan as well!

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Armas's stylus to my arm wakes me up during warp drive class. She stabs me with it again, her face conveying her disbelief that I would nod off. Not that this class is riveting or anything.

I stick my tongue out at her and use my own stylus to flip to the right page in my electronic book. Electronic books are like the old ebook readers, but will only hold one book at a time, and nothing else. Apparently people were playing games during class too much, so now we have to carry around ten different electronic books. Lame. At least they charge by themselves.

Armas shoots out of her seat when class is over and gives me a stare. "Falling asleep in class? Is this thing with Commander Cock-headed going to mess up your grades? Cuz if it is, I'm totally going to tie his butt naked ass to the statue outside with a magnifying glass over his penis."

"Oh for god's sake, lay off me, will you?" I stuff my electronic book into my book bag and stomp towards the door. I hear her follow me and wait for her next comment, which I know is coming.

"So…" she says slowly. "Will you promise to not bite my head off when I tell you that you've been a cranky bitch lately?"

I glare at Armas as we walk out of the building and head towards the dorms. "I am not cranky."

"'Not' meaning 'unbelievably so.' Are you on your period or something?" She waves to a few hot guys, though lacking her usual enthusiasm.

"Uh, no, Miss Gross. It's actually la-"

I stop in my tracks, my body frozen. It's been two weeks since I did the nasty with the hottest man ever to walk the halls of Starfleet. Two weeks since I did the unprotected nasty with the hottest man ever to walk the halls of Starfleet.

"Oh shit," I whisper in horror. No. No no no. I toss my book bag onto the ground (which probably broke all my equipment) and start running towards our dorm room. When I get there, I order a pregnancy test from the replicator. I prick my finger with it and wait for the blood reaction to finish, my eyes darting to the door, praying Armas trips or something so I have more time.

And then there it is. The sealer of my fate in the form of a cheery voice saying, "The result of this pregnancy test is positive." I clutch the test in my hand so hard, my fingers start to turn white. My hands begin to shake, my vision blurs.

"Shit. Did NOT see this coming." Armas stands in the doorway, as shocked as I am. "Did that tool bag put a bag on his tool? If you say no, he's getting a hysterectomy."

I sniffle back tears I didn't know were there. "That's for women."

She waves her hand at me. "Oh whatever, you know what I mean. Well?"

"No. There were no bags on his tool…any of the times we did it."

She walks closer, her face filled with anger. "Uh, back up. You did it more than once? How many times?"

I shrug. "I dunno, maybe six? I lost count. He just kept going until he passed out. It took half the night. Or more."

She puts her hands on her hips and blinks a few times. "Damn. That would explain the stories I've heard. Now I kind of hate him more."

"What am I going to do, Armas?" I wave the test at her, bringing her back to task. She has to pick NOW to finally ask me about sex with Spock. Every time I'd start to mention it before now, she'd tell me to shut the hell up.

"It's simple, my dear Gracie. WE are leaving school. Start packing."

She turns and starts picking up clothes off the floor. "Do we really have to?" I watch her for a few seconds. "We….really do, don't we? He…he doesn't want me, so why would he want our baby? I bet he'll hate me now. Hate us." My lip starts trembling as I clutch my stomach.

Armas turns back to me with a growl. "He is SO dead for this. SO. DEAD." Right as I burst into tears, she grabs me in a hug. She does that a lot now. "You stop crying, you hear me? You have to put on your big girl panties and forget him." She strokes my back. "In almost 9 months, you'll have a Vulcan baby. Isn't that you're life goal or something?"

I cough a laugh. "Vulcans are pregnant for 13 months."

She pulls away and stares at me for a few seconds. "That….blows."

I sniff and wipe my eyes. "Tell me about it. That's way too long to be peeing every two minutes."

She smooths my hair away from my face. "Pack. We'll worry about peeing later." I smile and watch her replicate a shiny metal suitcase and start packing her things. I stand up and replicate a suitcase for myself, something less shiny though, and in about half an hour, our room is packed and empty except for the beds (which are bare because Armas stole the sheets and pillows).

I pick up my two suitcases and try not to smirk as Armas juggles her four on the way to the room lift. We don't speak as the lift carries us down, or as we walk the empty academy halls and open the front doors to leave our school. When we reach the bottom of the front stairs, I can't help but turn back and take a long look at the huge building.

I'm not sure if it's the thought of leaving Spock, who is somewhere in there, or the fact that even if I never have been enthusiastic about my future in Starfleet, at least I've had a future set in stone.

Now my future is uncertain.

I sigh, re-adjust my grip on my suitcases, and start walking towards the school parking lot. The parking lot is an underground place people can park their cars, motorcycles, hovercrafts, you name it. Each space has a security force-field with a code only the owner knows. Sitting in my spot is a Mini Cooper replica my parents bought me. I have never liked the idea of hovercraft vehicles, so my parents had the car made for me as a graduation present. Of course, it doesn't run on gasoline like the old cars did, but everything else is the same.

Armas drops her suitcases on the concrete floor and stares at the car. "What the hell is that?"

I roll my eyes. "Why does everyone say that? It's a car. You know, Earth history, how people got around?"

She shakes her head, then remembers. "Oh yeah! Those things that messed with the air and it took two hundred years for the air to be clean again!"

I narrow my eyes. "Yes. Those."

She shrugs. "As long as it has more trunk space than you." She hits my butt with one of the suitcases as she walks behind me.

"Funny," I say with a scowl, and load up our stuff.

Armas quickly starts to enjoy her first car ride as we turn onto the underground highway and put more space between me and the place I don't want to leave. My heart is already breaking, and I know I'll never recover. Can you die from a broken heart? My chest feels like it's possible.

We get about five miles away from school and discover a roadblock.

"That's weird," Armas says while getting out of the car. I look at the roadblock more closely and notice what she's already seen. Painted in bright letters on the wood is, 'Hi Bitches.'

Jhara.

I step out of the car and stand next to Armas. "Well, let's see if we can move-" The sound of a phaser blast cuts me off, and Armas knocks me onto the ground to shield me. I hear the slow click of heels coming towards us.

"So, the school virgin is pregnant, eh? I always pegged you for stupid, but I didn't think you were THAT stupid." Jhara's shoes come into view before Armas slides off of me and I sit up.

"How the fuck did you know that?" I start to get up, but notice Armas isn't moving.

"I have your replicator bugged, moron. It had to be you because the Trill don't re-produce in a way that requires pregnancy tests. Your shopping spree was interesting, by the way. Did you really order 50 thongs?" She laughs.

"Shut up, Jhara!" I put a hand to Armas's side and it comes up bloody. "Armas! Don't you dare die on me!"

"What the fuck?" Jhara yells, after seeing what her phaser did. "I-I didn't kill her! You can't prove shit!" I hear her run away.

Armas's eyes open slightly. "Hey you," she says weakly.

"You're going to be okay, you hear me?" I stroke her hair, trying to convince myself.

She smiles. "I have a secret." She swallows a few times, like people do when they're bleeding internally and it's coming up into their mouth. "That night we got drunk, we made out big time." My mouth falls open. "I realized I've been in love with you for a long time. I tried to get you laid because I knew you'd never want me. I thought if you had someone, then I might get over you." She blinks some tears away. "I told you the Trill don't have gender, so whatever body we have, we're attracted to both male and female. I know you only like men. I'm sorry, Grace, I didn't mean to." More tears fall down her cheeks. "I love you, Grace." She goes limp in my arms.

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