Hey! It's Melodious! This is probably the shortest chapter I've written so fair. It's because I'm extremely busy now and extremely tired. But I will attempt to update everyday to make up for the short length. I appreciate the reviews, even the constructive criticism ones. I will begin to start putting some of those changes into effect in the future. I hope you like this chapter even though its short as hell. But thanks and please review.
-Deuces
I can't walk properly. My body is rocking from side to side and my vision is impaired. I'm limping with a broken heel back to my dorm when I'm overcome by darkness.
'Fuck.'
My head is pounding. The only thing that is providing me any comfort is the satin pillow underneath me.
'Wait what? Satin?''
Quickly, I sit up and notice that this is so definitely not my room. My room is less adorned.
'Oh wait…I've been here before.' I see the navy blue colored walls, the artwork adorning them, and finally the Vulcan plant that resides on the windowsill.
'Ah, Spock's room.'
I quickly look beneath the covers and sigh in relief when I realize I am still wearing my dress from yesterday. Speaking of yesterday, what exactly happened to me? I must've gotten drunk or else I wouldn't have this awful headache. I pull back the covers and throw myself off the bed. I take my leave from Spock's bedroom to instead enter his living room. At the moment, this just so happens to be where he resides. He sits on the floor cross-legged with his eyes closed.
"Spock?" I call out to him. In return he doesn't respond or move a muscle for that matter. "Spock, hello?" Okay so he's meditating.
'Whatever.' I get up to walk over to his kitchen and open up his refrigerator. Time to get to work.
I finally have pulled together what I think is a type of Vulcan curry. I take a taste just to sample it and I feel satisfied with my attempt. I pour some of the curry into another bowl and walk back into the living room. Spock is still in deep meditation. I kneel by his side again and this time I move the bowl of curry around his face. His Vulcan senses should be tingling due to his strong sense of smell. Yet, he doesn't react.
I go to the kitchen to eat my curry and I notice a pen and paper on the table next to me. Once I finish, I return to the living room and Spock still has not moved an inch. Instead of attempting to wake up, which let's be real, will never happen, I sit in front of him with my pen and paper. I start to sketch him. I first begin with his head. That beautiful dammed head of his. Then I move on to his eyes and his ears and the rest of his body. Finally I realize that staring at him this intensely has truly turned me on, but I push my intimate thoughts away. I'm finishing the last of my drawing, when Spock's eyes open with intensity. He seemed as though he had been woken out of a deep slumber. Yet, he's very alert. While Spock's still recovering from his deep meditation, I push my drawing underneath his armchair. I truly cannot afford for him to see it.
"You are awake." He tells me.
"You are correct Commander." Without saying anything else he get's up from his cross-legged position and follows his sense of smell into the kitchen. I tag along behind him.
"You made curry." He says as he looks down at the bowl. I laugh in return.
"You are very factual today Commander."
"Facts are apart of logic. It is comprehensible that if I am factual today, then I'm also logical."
"Don't you ever get tired of logic?" I ask him.
"Logic is an essential part of living. Without logic there isn't any purpose."
"That curry is yours you know."
"You did not have to cook for me cadet."
"Yes but I wanted to."
"I am appreciative." He says in response. I walk over to the table and I sit beside him.
"So since logic is so essential. What are some of the things that an illogical person would do?"
"What you did last night was a prime example of such." He tells me.
'Ouch.'
I feel like I've acted too immature for Spock's liking. I did not wish for him to see my drunk side.
"You are right. I was acting illogical. Gaila took me out to drink and I did not wish for you to me like that. But, how exactly did I get here?"
"You were under the influence of alcohol when you collapsed. It's my duty as an your dormitory advisor and as your mentor to ensure your safety. Your roommate was not present in your dormitory at the time, therefore it was unsafe to leave you there alone."
"So you're my hero?" I smile at him.
"I would not seem so pleasant if I were you, Cadet. What you did was extremely irresponsi-" I cut him off by embracing him from behind. He stiffens but does not push me away from him. I can see that his fingers are clenched around his fork. I lean over to him and whisper in his ear.
"Thank you Spock." I brush my hand along his shoulder and I walk away so I can pick up my belongings and leave his dormitory. Making Spock uncomfortable is something I think is necessary for him. I know I show be intimidated by his intelligence, his logic, his cold and non-expressive demeanor. But like I said from the beginning, I may not be as logical as him. I may not be as cold or as stoic, but I do have the power to break his hard exterior, and I will.