Chapter Three

Something Else

Spock thought for sure that Olivia was going to die. After killing the two Klingons, he scooped her up in his arms.

What if he lost her? What would he do then?

"Olivia?" he whispered. "Please. You must live."

He rushed to the medical bay, where he spotted McCoy and Jim talking. They immediately took notice of the commander and Olivia.

"Spock, what the hell-?" Dr. McCoy began.

"Doctor, I must ask for you to withhold any inquiries until the lieutenant is in a stable condition," Spock said sternly.

"Whatever. But either give her to me or help lay her down on a bed."

Spock easily, but carefully, laid Olivia down on one of the biobeds.

"Spock, I want to talk to you," Jim ordered authoritatively. He pulled the tall male aside. "What happened back there?"

"The Klingons attempted to kill her. I attempted to save her life, yet I fear I may have been too late." Spock's gaze drifted over to where McCoy was scanning the lieutenant's body with a tricorder.

"Do you know what she was doing?"

"She was following my orders."

"Great," Kirk muttered sarcastically. Deciding to change the subject, the captain continued, "We're almost back in control of the ship. I don't suppose you want to come help me out?"

"No, I believe I may be able to assist Dr. McCoy," Spock proposed.

"Whatever, you pointy-eared bastard." Jim clapped him on the back and walked out.

The Vulcan approached the doctor now. "May I be of assistance?"

"The best thing you can do right now is get out. She's got broken ribs, internal bleeding...It's not good," Bones explained.

Spock glanced at Olivia. Her face looked so vulnerable, so innocent in such a broken state...

"Of course, doctor."

Spock stood, waiting, outside the room. Approximately two hours and fifty-seven minutes had passed. He turned to a nurse, who informed him that McCoy wanted him to see Olivia.

Fascinating.

Hands clasped tightly behind his back, Spock made his way to Lieutenant Fasura's bed. McCoy was there analyzing something on his tricorder.

"Doctor?"

"Oh, Spock. I thought you'd want to see something before she wakes up." Bones pulled Olivia's hair back, revealing a pointed ear. Green bruises were beginning to form on her neck. "She's Vulcan."

Spock's hands dropped to his sides. He didn't know what to do. How had he never noticed Olivia's hair cut was designed to hide her ears? How had he missed the characteristics?

The lieutenant began to stir just as McCoy exited. Her eyes flickered open, landing on Spock's face.

"Why did you not inform me that you were Vulcan?" he asked gently.

"At the time, it wasn't logical for me to do so." Olivia reached to feel the bruises on her neck and winced. "Thank you. For saving my life."

"You are welcome."

"Why did you order me to hide?"

Spock paused. He was a bit confused about his own actions. "I do not know."

"Tell me when you do..." Olivia sighed. "I'm so tired, Spock," she murmured.

"Rest, then."

The lieutenant's eyes cosed. Spock stood, watching her breathing slow as she began to sleep. Suddenly, an idea came to him. He tentatively put a hand on her temple.

Spock was inside Olivia's mind. He began to search through her current emotions, which were stashed away in a corner of her subconscious. He saw her worry, pain, and fear. Spock immediately replaced them with calm and relief. Quickly, he pulled his fingers away from her face.

He had seen something else there. Affection. Admiration. Love.

For him.

Oh, snap. Anyway, I was thinking of a possible Pon Farr scene in the future...What do you think? Review!