Star Struck:

Chapter 2: A lesson for dinner time.

"I personally believe that the Ambassador is incorrect in his choice of dress apparel for this evening," I said to the Vulcan changing maid. She helped me put my long, to mid-back, dirty blonde hair up in loose curls.

I remembered all the conversations Spock and I had had today. The laughs that rarely happen and the truths that were so far hidden; all of it brought to the surface with the one person I could ever call father.

He had picked out a maroon dress made in less than 22 hours. It was ridiculous and unnecessary. I did not need to be treated like a precious doll, I enjoyed being spoiled but none the less it was illogical to treat me as such. I was capable of providing everything and anything for myself. After all, I had been taking care of myself for ten years without him.

The beautiful dress was backless and clung to all my curves, flattering and provocative. The last time the Ambassador had dressed me up like this was when he had tried to marry me off to that CHILD. He always thought that he knew best what made me happiest. He was incorrigible back then, at least over the years he has learned.

WAIT… I froze looking at my dark misty eye shadow and diamond necklace. Finally noticing the jewels placed in my curls and the stunning red lipstick on my lips.

"He is setting me up," I turned in my chair looking at the maid. It hadn't been a question but an accusation. I was astonished by his audacity. I stood suddenly marching out of the room. Thank heavens my silver heals had already been placed on my feet.

I can't believe this and after all that talk of James. He is going to get it, some father figure he is!

James-

We waited patiently and hungrily for that fiery cat. When the sudden temperature heated up furiously I looked around at the other Spock's in the room.

"Do you guys…" I started to ask.

"God," the Ambassador said standing abruptly. The doors flue open and I turned to look at the intruder. As I stood there I noticed the source of the heat.

"Ally…" the Ambassador spoke softly but sternly. It seemed almost as if he was worried but still the one in charge of the situation. It didn't seem to me like anything could stop her. I was motionless. Only moments ago, there I was calling her fiery and here she was, fire emanating from her skin. Her blonde hair still perfectly intact was revealing a slender neck in her daringly scandalous dark red dress. She does this thing to me every time I see her. It frustrates me to no end when she takes every last breath away from me.

But I know that what captured my soul was the depth and brightness to her eyes, the clear icy water that reflected her being. I don't think I will ever be able to look at another glass of water the same again.

Alyssa-

I stopped in the door way heaving air in and out of my heated body. I looked around the room; it was only the four of us. Spock's eyebrow raised in confusion, the Ambassador looking at me sternly hoping I don't embarrass him in front of his guests most likely, and James. I stood there standing, looking at James. The only thoughts in my head were thank you Ambassador for doing all this for James and I, and I hope that he doesn't think I'm some freak who lights on fire.

I calmed down as I noticed the Ambassadors understanding of my emotions and the tad hint of lust in James' eyes. It was a tiny glimmer of hope that I would never let go of.

"I thought," the Ambassador spoke to me as he gestured to the seat at the head of the table. "That, perhaps, you would like to look nice for myself, young and old, as well as Jim." It comforted me beyond belief knowing he hadn't forgotten all the things said in our time together earlier. My father had done all this for the man I was created for and myself.

James-

She walked towards the Ambassador, kissing him on the cheek as the fire around her dyed down. She sat down in her chair, my eyes following her as if my life depended on it, as if her life depended on it.

My fire-cat. Hold up a minute! Where are all these thoughts coming from? I am not a one woman guy, nor am I the guy that thinks about woman overly much. And yet, here I was thinking non stop about this one woman. She was doing this on purpose; all the laughing and talking in that sweet voice that had a hint of bad to it. It just… UGH.

She isn't mine. If she was anyone's she would be Spock's. I guess. A surge of jealousy consumed me. I'm assuming its jealousy it's never happened before. MINE.

She gasped and looked my way straight into my heated gaze. And then she blushed. So adorable and perfect, those rosy cheeks that heated at the simplest things. Time out! She didn't just hear what I had thought; she couldn't have. Could she?

My eyes widened as I thought in fear of anyone finding out of this oddly possessive side. The Ambassador coughed and we continued on. The night continued on as if nothing had happened. Almost. I still saw the slight glances she gave me and the oh-so-subtle stern looks from the Ambassador. This night was getting out of hand.

Other than all the built up mystery of Alyssa James the evening ended beautifully. The night ended with me, my comfortable bed, and my dreams of Alyssa.

Alyssa-

I awoke in this new room on this new planet completely refreshed. I slumped back into the mountain of pillows that were all mine. Consuming me, these pillows were my hidden cave. This place was my hidden home. I took a deep breathe and got up to start a new day.

As I walked around the Ambassadors palace, I couldn't help thinking to myself about what a great start my new life has had. I mean other than my tantrum last night it had all gone perfectly. It was all completely amazing.

I was intoxicated by the air of the new planet Vulcania. The Ambassador was not a creative man. I couldn't help laughing to myself as I walked into the library.

"It's so beautiful," I spoke to the books. "You certainly know how to treat a girl," I told the one book I new would be here.

"Rules for the Heaven Ward Flight".

I held the book close and walked over to an alcove covered in windows and cushions. I opened the book and read the book.

I read the book two times before closing it. It always seemed to tell me something that I couldn't ever figure out.

The Ambassador had told me on my seventh birthday that this was his guide to me. I never understood what he meant but it was always important. After all, just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"What are you reading?"

I whipped my head around to look at the creature who dare speak in my sanctuary.

"Captain," I nodded slightly in awe of him, but a tad more annoyed at the intrusion.

"I asked you a question Miss. James," he sat down across from me never taking his eyes off me.

"And do you always get what you want, Captain?" I turned my head to look out the window. Knowing good and well that he was still watching me I smiled to myself.

"Not currently," he whispered. "But you could fix that."

I looked at him sharply and surprised, "Are you flirting with me?"

The left side of his mouth lifted up ever so slightly, "As you are flirting with me."

"I am doing no such thing," I gasped feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

He chuckled, "What are you reading, my lady?"

I shook my head; he was exasperating, "Rules for the Heaven Ward Flight." I finally conceded.

"Never heard of it," he admitted looking out the window now. "It's almost depressing how deserted it looks outside."

"I agree," I told him before standing up to leave. "Good day, Captain."

He nodded at me, "Always a pleasure, Alyssa."

I stood there looking into his eyes for a few moments. We both knew that I had not given him leave to call me by my first name. But I couldn't bring myself to care, it sounded wonderful coming from his lips. We shared so much more than just this moment and he felt it too. I turned and left the room. Picturing him, only ever him, I headed towards my room. Tomorrow I would finally get to know Spock, but today I will just bask in the gloriousness of him.

Spock-

There was a knock at my door. I stopped my research of the new officers joining the Enterprise. Closing my consul, I walked over to the door. Alyssa's face appeared on the screen. What is she doing here?

The smile across her face was clear and a tad intimidating. She was too… bubbly.

I granted her access, the door sliding open. "Miss. James," I nodded to her.

"Can I come in, Spock?" she smiled up at me as I moved to the side giving her the admission she seemed to request. "Thank you."

She headed straight for the couch that was currently covered in my papers. She moved some things aside and sat down.

I raised my eyebrow questioningly, "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Well," she started, "I was thinking we could get to know one another. I mean the first day I spent with the Ambassador and tomorrow we are going shopping. Yesterday, I explored the palace and talked with your Captain."

I stopped suddenly in my tracks turning to look at her, "You spoke with Kirk?"

She blushed. It seemed to be a reoccurring aspect of her being to blush when referring to James. The sudden burst of fire around her was so quickly spent I thought I had imagined it.

"Do you do that often?" I inquired.

She shook her head, "I used to have it completely in control. It seems to be only since meeting him have I been like this. I do so apologize. At least I don't catch other things on fire."

I nodded, "Can you?"

She looked at me with a tilted head, "Can I what, Sir?"

"Can you light things on fire?" I stood there roughly about three point seven five feet from her with my hands clasped behind my back.

"Yes, I can," she responded almost coldly. "I choose not to. I hurt someone before. I hurt you."

I was shocked by this admission, "You do not fear of what others think of you?"

"Why do you think that?" she pointed to the chair. I sat.

"You talk of yourself with no pause. As to say you are not scared of admitting who and what you are to others." I could not understand her. She was simply illogical.

She laughed a little to herself, "I am very much afraid of what others think of me, Spock. I simply am an open book. And therefore will answer anything you inquire of. Sometimes you will not even need to inquire." She smiled sweetly.