Isobel slid down the curved white wall, clutching a plastic bag she had gotten from the medbay this morning. It was ten minutes break and she had rushed to her secret place in the engineering deck, a place known to no one. Well, except Mr Scott, maybe. She had been feeling nauseous, and tired more than usual lately, but today she had vomited once in the morning and again on the shift. It had been delusional of her to brush it away this long. A month and a half . . . . .
Jim felt Spock tense up beside him and looked up to see his best friend briskly walking out of the bridge, almost running. He frowned. Probably nothing. . .
Spock ran through the deserted corridors towards the engineering deck. He ran past the control room to the rear end of the ship.
Why it's always me! The probability was 1:100,000! And it had to be me! Oooh I feel like puking. What was she going to tell him? And how? Clutching the bag in front of her, she stared ahead.
Isobel whipped around at the sound of skidding and found Commander Spock standing at the mouth of her secret place. Her eyes widened a fraction in surprise, which vanished just as quickly. She looked on stoically as he walked in and stood in front of her.
"Commander Spock. Fancy seeing you here." said Isobel looking up at him.
He looked out of breath though he was standing perfectly still; only his hands weren't folded at his back as usual. He was short of clutching them.
Spock studied Isobel urgently, noting the plastic bag and smelling the faint odour of stomach acids on her. She looked paler against her coal black hair and eyes.
"Are you ill?" asked Spock looking down at her, almost urgent.
"I am not ill, per se . . ." said Isobel looking at him.
Spock raised a brow, mentally frowning. She obviously had gone to medbay . . .
They lapsed into silence; Spock stared as Isobel looked ahead of her.
"I'm pregnant." Isobel said looking up into Commander Spock's eyes a second later, "With your child." Said Isobel plainly looking ahead again.
Spock froze. The words kept running through his mind without making any sense. When he finally comprehended them, he quickly calculated.
Isobel looked up to see him contemplating and saw shock in eyes. She watched as he finally came back to the reality.
"How long?" asked Spock looking down at her.
"One month, two weeks."
That was when they had consummated, six weeks ago.
"Are you certain that it is indeed my child?"
"Yes. You are the only one I ever slept with." Said Isobel not looking at him.
She was a virgin. Spock wasn't able to look away from her.
He felt a pleasant twitch, which was quickly replaced with an even pleasant feeling that spread through his being. I sired a child . . . His eyes were involuntarily drawn to her stomach. Then pleasant feeling replaced with anger.
"Why didn't you inform me?" Spock said through clinched teeth.
"I myself hadn't suspected until this morning, I hadn't been even sure until a moment ago." Said Isobel frostily, cold eyes meeting smouldering ones.
"We should go to medbay." Said Spock, his anger subduing sensing the change in her demur.
"No." Isobel said sharply.
Spock raised a brow again, about to repent with a logical answer but she cut him off.
"This is a very delicate matter. We will first discuss this through before we do anything. Dr McCoy will have to inform the Captain who in turn have to inform the Starfleet. It will mean a remark in both our records, suspension even. We can not let any of that happen, especially them taking all the decisions regarding our future." Said Isobel looking seriously into his eyes.
Spock nodded, agreeing; finding her argument logical.
Isobel mentally sighed, looking ahead. That went well. Suddenly remembering Spock's entrance, Isobel looked up sharply.
"If I may Commander, how did you find me? No one ever comes to this part of the ship."
Spock didn't reply, instead concentrated and pulled.
Isobel's upper body jerked forward, shock marring her stoic face. She quickly looked up to Spock for explanation.
"We are bonded."