Here you are, chapter two.
I dared to open my eyes, and found Commander Spock standing in front of me, his hand still out in front of him as if to give a nerve pinch. I stood shaking as the Commander used his comm to call security.
My knees felt like they would give out at any moment. I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek, And I wiped it away before the Commander could see it. He faced me, what could have been concern crossing his face momentarily, And asked, "Are you alright, Cadet Turner? Are you harmed in any way?"
"I'm alright, Commander." I said, more steadiness in my voice than I thought possible at the moment. "He didn't accomplish anything, thanks to yourself. Thank you, sir."
"There are no thanks required. Something like this should never be allowed to happen. I should have escorted you to your quarters as I intended." He responded, what might have been regret lacing his tone. "Which is what I plan to do now. If you would inform me of where your dormitory is, I shall escort you home."
I was a bit shaken still, and hastily told him. He nodded, and we began our way to my dorm. It was silent, but a part of me was glad for it. I didn't know if I would be able to control my emotions if I started talking. And losing control of my emotions in front of my Vulcan professor was not something that I wanted to do.
When we reached my door, he asked once again if I was alright. I nodded, saying, "I'll be alright, thank you Commander. Thank you again for doing what you did, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't arrived." That was a lie.
"Very well, Cadet." He responded, turning to leave, but then adding, "If you ever have the need or desire, know that I do not object to your presence in my class after hours. If I am not present, you only need contact my comm, And I will come to aid you."
"Thank you, Mr. Spock. I'll keep that in mind. Goodnight, sleep well." I said, almost disappointed that he was leaving.
"Sleep well, Miss Turner." He responded, turning slowly, and leaving with long, even strides. My eyes followed him longer than they probably should have.
I sighed as I entered my dorm room, which was empty as usual. My roommate was more than likely out on the town, not caring for finals any more than she did the rest of the school year.
I sat on my bed, stripping myself of my uniform And changing into my much more comfortable pajamas. Once I had, I lay flat on my back And tried to process what had happened to me. And maybe try to forget what had almost happened.
I wasn't sure how the Commander had found me, or why he had chosen to follow after me, but I was glad that he had. Without him there I would have been in a most unpleasant situation.
My mind relived the moment of pure terror, my throat constricting again, and tears rolling freely down my cheeks. Then, the unknown emotion, the unnamed feeling that spread through me like a warm wave when I had opened my eyes to see Mr. Spock standing before me. His brown eyes seemed darker, his shoulders tense. His Vulcan nerve pinch had done its job, but he had still seemed wary of Robertson as he called security, explaining the situation.
And afterwards, when he had walked me home, I had pretended not to notice his gaze shifting left and right, or that his hand occasionally would make contact with my back as he directed me around. The warm feeling again appeared, and I decided that it had to be admiration, respect. He had saved me from horror, after all. Being my favorite teacher, he deserved nothing less than this admiration I must have been feeling.
A nagging feeling in the back of my mind told me that maybe that wasn't all I felt, but I pushed it into the back of my mind. Such thoughts were silly, and would distract me when I needed to concentrate the most. Sighing and trying to clear my mind, I had the computer shut the lights off, And I went to sleep. I wouldn't have been able to eat dinner even if I had tried.
Sorry for the short chapter, but i really had a hard time finding a good place to stop before the next one.
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