This Chapter is a little longer than the last :)

When I awoke ion the morning, it was another day of tests, with a two hour long break after lunch before my final test of the day. I groaned as I rolled out of bed, shaking my hung-over roommate awake. I dressed, And brushed my short hair smooth, making sure my bangs were still suitably curled.

II stretched, And decided against makeup this particular day. No one too important would see me, and I had finished my favorite class yesterday. What would be the point? I didn't care.

My tests went along smoothly, my quantum mechanics being the only subject that I was unsure of my knowledge. Thankfully I wasn't planning on being an engineer.

After my fourth period class, I decided to lunch in the Vulcan history classroom, if it was available. Thankfully there was no one in sight, And I was able to eat my lunch in peace. I pulled out my PADD and began studying for my last test of the day, taking careful mental notes. I heard the familiar whoosh of the doors opening And closing, but I didn't bother to look up. Whoever it was, they wouldn't be bothering me.

After a short pause, I heard papers being shifted around, and a small, quiet sigh. I glanced up briefly to see Commander Spock sitting at his desk, grading final papers. He nodded briefly to acknowledge me, which I returned before he returned to his work.

I returned to mine, and all that could be heard was my breathing and the occasional rustling of papers. An hour passed before either of us said a word.

"Cadet Turner," the Commander began, "if you should desire so, I can now give you your graded final paper."

"That would be wonderful." I said, smiling and rising from my desk. "I was wondering what my final grade would be for this class."

"Your final grade was quite exceptional." He said, handing my paper to me. My skin tingled at the brief contact, perplexing me for a moment. I accepted the paper and he continued. "I enjoyed grading your paper, as it only needed correction from overly complex sentences."

I glanced at the grade written upon the paper. Ninety-eight percent.

"Thank you sir." I said, smiling. "I enjoyed your class."

"Indeed, it will be interesting to find what starship you are assigned to." He said, glancing up at me briefly before returning to his papers.

"I am hoping to be placed aboard the Enterprise." I said, "She's the finest ship I can think of."

He seemed to think for a moment before responding. "Indeed, she is a most impressive vessel."

I let the topic drop, and instead returned to my desk and continued studying.

Or rather, trying to study. My mind continually wandered back to the tingling sensation I had felt when our hands touched. In my studies, I had never read of human/vulcan contact having any sort of side effect, but here I was, faced with one. The warm feeling returned, And I made a mental note to take myself to the nurse's station. This couldn't be normal.

Later, I sat in the nurse's office, waiting to be seen. Nurse Chapel smiled as she came in, looking over my record on her PADD.

"Well, you're up to date with all your vaccines, you just had your annual exam a month ago, and you appear to be in perfect health." The nurse said, a puzzled look crossing her face, "What brings you here?"

"Well," I said slowly, "I have been having strange symptoms lately. I have had accelerated heartbeat accompanied by a warm sensation throughout my body, And tingling sensation when I make contact with something."

The nurse seemed to think for a while. Then, her facial expression changed so quickly I could have sworn I saw a light bulb above her head.

"I know what's wrong!" She shouted. "You're in love!"

"That can't be!" I said, but a realization dawning on me none the less, "My ex-boyfriend And I are more than over, and I'm not with anyone else."

"Well you might not be dating anyone, but is there anyone whose company you find more enjoyable since the breakup?" She queried. "There is. I can see it in your face. Don't even try to deny it. Now I won't ask who this someone is, but you should consider a relationship. After all, if just alluding to them makes you blush, I can't think of a better thing to do."

Having said this, the nurse smiled, patted me on the shoulder, And led me out of the office.

Later, I stood in my room, sighing. What was I going to do now?

Ok so maybe it's not as long as I thought...

I sowwy.

What's up with Turner? What's she gunna do with this?

please review, it gives me strength to continue writing this stuff...