Chapter Five

No Shit, Mister Spock

Olivia was drunk. Normally, she wouldn't have had more than one small beer, but Jim was a bad influence. She was a relatively nice drunk. She sat and watched quietly as the others interacted, but mostly she watched for Spock. He hadn't shown up yet.

The female Vulcan frowned as she got up from her chair, stumbled, and fell. Olivia groaned. She attempted to push herself back onto her feet, but failed to do so. The alcohol was starting to get to her.

Olivia could hear a muffled voice call her name until darkness took her.

Spock had not expected to find Olivia quite inebriated. He had entered the room to see her sprawled about the floor. He sighed, hoisting her to her feet easily, only to see that she had passed out.

"Wake up, Olivia," Spock murmured in her ear.

Her eyes flitted open. She began to slur, "Spock...I need to see...Spock..."

"Olivia, I believe it is proper that I assist you." He began to half carry, half drag her to the door.

Jim walked over, flashing a smile. "Hey, Spock. Getting all handsy with her already?"

"I am not getting 'handsy' with the lieutenant. She is inebriated, so I thought that I might assist her," he explained.

"Yeah, sure. Where are you going?"

"I am going to accompany her to her quarters."

"Good luck," Kirk laughed.

Spock raised an eyebrow, then continued on. After finally making his way into Olivia's room, he laid her gently on her bed.

"Spock..." she mumbled.

He stood rigidly next to her, hands clasped behind his back. "I am here, Olivia."

"I feel...sick..." Alcohol was not agreeing with her Vulcan physiology. A wave of nausea hit her, and she gave a dry heave.

Spock carefully carried her from her bed to the bathroom. Olivia vomited into the toilet for a minute, then collapsed. The tall male bent down and brushed the hair out of her face. He once again picked her up and placed her back on her bed, where he sat next to her. He would watch over her until morning.

"Good night," Spock said softly.

Olivia woke to find Spock sitting by the door. His head leaned against it, eyes closed.

"Commander Spock?" she called.

His eyes immediately snapped open. "Olivia? Do you require assistance?"

"No, I'm fine. I just do not remember why you are in my quarters."

"You were exceedingly drunk last night, so I found it fitting that I watch over you," Spock explained as he stood.

"Thank you," Olivia said.

"There is no need for thanks, but it is appreciated. I must be going now, or I will be late for my shift."

"You were gone the whole night with Olivia, Spock. What's up?" Jim smirked.

"If you are implying that I had sexual relations with the lieutenant, you are mistaken," Spock replied, trying to mask his annoyance.

The captain laughed and turned back to his duties, Spock turning back to his own. He could not focus. He never seemed to be able to do so anymore. What if he was...No. Spock would not allow himself to focus on that possibility.

Olivia...

Olivia...

This was most illogical. He could not stop thinking of her. Now, she was entering the bridge, momentarily capturing his attention.

"Spock, stop gawking and get back to work," Kirk ordered.

Spock raised both eyebrows in disbelief at his actions. He lowered his gaze. "Please excuse me. I believe I am experiencing an illogical emotional reaction to Lieutenant Fasura."

"No shit, Mister Spock."

Drunk Olivia and emotionally compromised Spock make for an interesting chapter. Review!