Star Struck:
Chapter 3: Shopping for friendship
There was a silence that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I sat there looking at him as he sat there looking at me. It was normal; this awkward pause that would only be considered uncomfortable to an outside point of view. We were close. Close and he had no idea. I smiled at him again and stood.
"What were you working on before I so rudely interrupted you?" I walked around the couch examining his room.
"I was looking up the new lieutenants joining the U.S.S. Enterprise," he got up and straitened out the papers.
"You know, Spock," I started, folding my arms behind my back and leaning against the wall. "I hope that we can get to know each other. I do so wish to continue a friendship in all times."
He was about to nod but stopped suddenly before I slipped away.
Spock-
I looked up to find the door closing behind Alyssa. Why had she not told anyone?
Picking up the compact bulletin, I noticed her name. I could not comprehend why she had not told the captain when she had spoken to him. Nor would I understand why she hadn't told me, when she must have clearly seen the information next to her.
And then it hit me, the sudden realization of her.
She had so many secrets. Ones that could be shared and others that are safer kept inside. I now know that I will one day know almost all of those secrets. And it would be a job, my job, to keep them and cherish them. For these secrets were her. The air she breathes, the water she drinks, the way she walks, and the blood that runs through her body. She was created in secret for secrets and will forever be a secret. This was her reason for existing. A secret.
I noticed the slightest hint of a smile growing on my face. It was an odd occurrence but one I did not seem to mind.
Alyssa James would join the Enterprise and bring joy to us all. Not only because Kirk is falling in love, but for the reason that, she is my friend.
I placed all my information its correct order, set it on my table, and left the room.
I have a new friend to catch up with.
Kirk-
What were they doing? I stood there behind a pillar watching Alyssa smile and laugh with both the Ambassador and my Commander. Why did she smile with them, and then simply dismiss me?
Was I hideous since our last near death experience? No, I shook my head, impossible.
This was about to get rather ridiculous. Spock had told me of their planned outing to take Alyssa shopping and I had simply let him tell me he was taking that little fire-cat away from me. I know Spock had already suspected my sudden "illogical" need to be near her. But he didn't have to rub it in my face that she loved them both more.
Love; that is not what I meant. She can love whomever she wishes. She is just, mine, and only mine. I stopped and shook my head again. Maybe I shouldn't follow them. After all if I am seen I will have to explain myself, and what would I say?
"Oh my dear Alyssa I had the sudden urge to never let you be with any other but myself."
Yup, it was official I had gone to the loony side of the galaxy.
Alyssa-
"He is being rather ridiculous, isn't he?" I turned into the fourth store that day, Spock at my left and the Ambassador holding the door.
"I am sure I do not know what you mean, Alyssa," Spock answered, avoiding my question altogether. I looked at him sideways as he handed me a shirt. "I believe this shade of blue would look lovely on you."
I shook my head and rolled my eyes in exasperation, "Thank you, Spock. I will go try it on right away. Just for you."
The corners of his mouth lifted. It was the closest thing you could get to a smile from the younger Spock; Where as the Ambassador would have ten items for me to try on. He loved to spoil me. He loved to put me in clothes that showed the world simply what I was, royalty.
I went into the dressing room and slipped into the light blue, that was rare to find here, and gold dress Spock had picked for me.
"I must say I have rather good taste," Spock said aloud as I entered the room to show everyone. The Ambassador's face fell then brighten when he saw how lovely I looked in it. The other staff all stopped to look at me. Some gasping, some simply staring; it was quite embarrassing.
"Well done, Spock," the Ambassador clapped him on the shoulder. That seemed to happen to him a lot, and I don't believe Spock actually liked the gesture. "Even though I hadn't picked it out, well I guess I did, but that is beside the point. You look marvelous, my dear. Shall we get it and move on?" The Ambassador smiled. He enjoyed this far more than I did.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. He smiled back at me and turned to Spock, "Thank you for finding something she would enjoy as well."
And then the Ambassador turned to leave, "I must have a word with our dear friend. Stalking is clearly forbidden."