"Roxanne, where are you going?" Jillian asked. She was a sweet girl, always worrying about where her friend. Things were tight between Jillian and Roxanne and Carol. They were the chosen three. They were different. They were sisters to each other. That was enough for them. That was enough for the rest of the world.

Roxanne smiled to her friend. "Class. I have Professor Spock's Vulcan Language and Culture class and I cannot miss it. I have to pass this class, ya know, kinda half-vulcan." Roxanne as well as Jillian knew that despite Roxanne being half-vulcan she was remarkably different than others of her species. She was logical but she let emotions and passion out in the open and sometimes they were percieved the wrong way.

Jillian accepted her answer and Roxanne moved away from her friend with her PADD in hand. This was an amazing place. San Francisco wasn't exactly New York City. New York City actually had seasons and got much colder and much warmer than San Fran. It pretty much stayed a consistent temperature around here. She was growing to like it.

Spock's classroom was sparse as she imagined it would be. She had heard stories from some of her friends that he was about as Vulcan as she was emotional. Which meant no emotion and very few colors and absolutely dry logic. She was going to love this class. She took a spot in the aisle near the door but in the middle, not exactly suggesting she was going to bolt after he finished his lectures but it didn't exactly refute such a thing either. The seat was also one of her preferred seats in most classrooms. Despite everything, she was a good student, one of the more studious that she'd met, she just didn't want anyone to know that. She didn't exactly have people crawling all over her because she was smart. She was sexy and knew how to use her body like an orion woman and that's what she liked. She didn't want to be considered modest or whatever they liked to call the smart ones. It just wasn't her style.

When he came in, everything was different. Some people went to readying their PADDs, where other talked softer than they had before, which was silly, she knew from experience that Vulcan hearing was much better than human hearing and that speaking where a human couldn't hear didn't mean a vulcan or even a half-vulcan couldn't hear it. Sometimes, it got annoying hearing all the conversations, but she really didn't want to talk about it. He started preparing everything at his prim and proper desk. It reminded her of Cordelia's family. She smiled somewhat at the thought of Cordelia's family, but she then left the smile off her face.

"I welcome you to these lectures on Vulcan language and culture. Seeing as none of you are Vulcan, this will be a very new experience for all of you. If you have any questions about the lectures or assignments, I wish for them to be postponed till after class is over. And as a final note please arrive on time to my class, let's begin." He said with a slight haughtiness. Please as if, was her thought. She didn't have to have him look down at this class because they were not Vulcan and even that being slightly wrong. She was not what they would consider traditional Vulcan, but she was Vulcan all right. She would bring it up to him after class, because that was not only rude but disrespectful.

One student who didn't know how serious Spock was, asked a question. "I have asked for questions to be postponed until class is over. This is your one and only warning." He authoritatively said. "Now, please open your books and I hope you have gotten yourself familiar with the first few chapters, because I will not be reviewing them. You will also have a test on them in three days. This class goes very fast. If you can not keep up, you will fail." He forbodingly told the class. Somehow, she didn't exactly buy it. But she turned in her book to the page that he said. He went on with his lecture about the complexity of any culture and how this was not an immersion course, simply a course of basic culture, language, and ettiquite to make sure that they were prepared in case they were to ever come across a vulcan.

Class was over sooner than she thought. It was a pretty interesting class, except for the fact that Spock thought very deeply for Vulcans. She could see where it came from but a little birdie told her that Spock was also human. Something that they had in common. She put all the things in her vintage twenty-first century prada black woven patent fabric tote and came up to his desk. "Professor, may I ask you a question?"

"Proceed." He said in the most flat and monotone voice she had ever heard. Her Vulcan grandfather even talked with more emotion in his voice.

"What gave you the right to insinuate that there were no Vulcans in this class? I found it highly insulting."

"I am not understanding the foundation for your query. The fact that you would insulted by a fact is illogical."

"It's not a fact. It's a lie. I am half-vulcan. For you to insist that I'm not Vulcan was not only a lie, but it was rude, and insulting which is illogical." She told him. She didn't have to take this. She didn't have to be treated like this. Why should she stand around an take it.

"You are half-vulcan? This is illogical. You show emotion and you do not dress in the way of Vulcan."

"Yes, Professor. I'm half Vulcan. My mother who was Vulcan thought that since I was being raised on earth, that it would completely logical to show emotion."

"Cadet Caron, my error was illogical. I did not mean to insult you. If I were in your shoes, I could see the logic in being emotional when raised on earth. If I may ask what is your first name? You are a most fascinating student."

"Roxanne." She said simply.

"Roxanne?"

"Roxanne." And somehow he knew that class was not going to be the same with her in the class. She had something on him now and he could see her glare, she was willing to use it. She left promptly after the conversation. She was a hell of woman and a hellraiser of a vulcan.