So, here's the next chapter. it isn't as funny as the last...but i've decided to make this story into a longer series....so here goes
Spocktacular:
What Could Have Happened Part 2
Nyota stared at herself feeling a mixture of incredibility, fascination, curiosity, distaste, and most of all annoyance and frustration at the situation. The one time she needed to ask Spock for help—well not the only time—and he was as clueless as her. It wasn't fair! He was a commander; he should know what to do in situations such as these. Nyota breathed deeply and realized she was being extremely unfair; just because someone was a commander didn't mean they could solve every problem—the Kobiashi Maru was an example of that—and Nyota knew that if she had been a commander and not a cadet, she would still not have any idea of what was happening. She closed her eyes briefly, calming herself as best she could. She looked towards Spock, it was very weird to be looking at her own face for advice. Her bodies face was perfectly clear and blank.
"So, Spock any ideas?" She asked, trying not to sound extremely annoyed.
Spock made eye contact with her, "Cadet as I stated I do not know what is occurring." His voice was layered with exasperation.
"I was hoping you would have thought of something by now!" She rolled her eyes.
"Cadet, you rely on me to understand our situation and describe it to you; this displays a lack of ability to take control in a time of crisis on your part." Spock snapped back, his eyebrow raising. Nyota's eyes widened, that had been a low blow and the fact the evidence supported Spock's conclusion only made an even greater insult.
"Last time I checked I'm not the one with a doctorate in computer science, astrophysics, hyper physics, and multi-dimensional physics. I thought they were supposed to teach you about all those alternate-reality theories, transwarp theories, and timewarp theories. There must have been something in all those theories that has to do with a situation where something supposedly impossible occurs, and how to reverse it if it does." Nyota shot back, trying to keep her voice blank and unemotional.
Spock's face tilted slightly to the side and she saw a flash on anger in his eyes—her eyes. "Indeed, there were. The closest metaphor which I can think of is that of Schrödinger's cat; we both woke up today to find that our minds had swapped bodies; however before we opened our eyes our minds could have been either in the other's body or our own body. The probability of either occurring last night was exactly equal, according to the wave function. So, there is a fifty percent chance that once we go to sleep tonight we will wake up in our own bodies tomorrow; that is only if we do exactly the same thing before going to bed as we did last night and wear the same clothing, go to sleep at the same time, and wake up at the same time as we did today. As humans would say, 'that is our best bet'." Spock's eyes had taken on a slightly gazed look.
Nyota stared; she knew her jaw had dropped. "That's the best you can think of? Going to sleep tonight and hoping to wake up tomorrow and find that everything is back to normal? That's what we have to do?" She asked, her voice full of incredulity.
Spock's jaw tightened, "That is exactly what I am proposing Cadet. If you have any other ideas, voicing them now would be wise." He glared at her, and his voice was tight with restrained anger. Nyota glared back at him.
"Fine Commander! I believe we have to go to classes now." She stated savagely.
"Yes. You will have to teach my classes, and I will have to attend yours. I ask that you make an effort to teach my lessons in the same manner as I would. I will make sure to take notes on all your lectures." Spock replied, his emotions contained again.
"Great! You could smile a bit! My friend will think I've suddenly become Vulcan otherwise." Nyota replied unhappily.
"Their hypothesis would be correct." Spock replied, his eye widening slightly in controlled anger. Nyota ground her teeth together. This was going to be one hell of a day.
She gave a tight smile, "After you Commander." She motioned to the door.
"I ask you not to smile or express any emotion. I believe you will need to know my schedule." He stated calmly. Nyota blinked.
"No, I've got it memorized." She stated without thinking. Spock raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed. As I have yours." He replied. This time it was Nyota's turn to raise an eyebrow. This was an interesting development. Could it be that the Commander harbored some feeling for her? As she was thinking this, she realized that Spock's body was reacting slightly to being so close to her own. Nyota flushed, and immediately controlled her emotions and her body. It was hard.
Spock blinked at her. Then he nodded and exited the room. Nyota sighed and followed. She watched herself disappear around a corner, Spock hadn't even made an attempt to say hello to the other Cadets who had waved. It seemed he was going to ruin all her friendships. She squashed a rude word which had surfaced to her mind. Fine, two could play at this game.
Squaring her shoulders she walked down the hallway. She smiled at a few of the Cadets and waved. "Good morning Cadet Kel, Cadet Yeo." She stated cheerfully. The Cadets stared at her, wide eyed and mouths open. She smirked to herself. This was going to be fun.
She entered her first class room and walked to the podium. As she did she glanced over the plan for the class. She could do this—she hoped. Otherwise she would just have to improvise. Once the class was full she smiled broadly and waved her hands. The whole room fell silent immediately, from shock.
"Good morning class. I hope you all had a pleasurable evening last night; I know I did." Nyota smiled and raised an eyebrow suggestively, some people laughed and the others simply stared—in denial of what was occurring. "If you would please go to page four hundred seventeen so we may review last night's assignment." She continued. The class was suddenly full of people pulling out PADDs. This would be the hardest class to teach Nyota knew for it was the one on physics, the rest were on the Romulan and Vulcan languages, at which she excelled.
Nyota taught the class, smiling the whole time and cracking jokes in between. At one point she was discussing a theory of opposing forces in the universe and their wave functions and a sudden idea struck her.
"So, a real life example for you: what is the possibility that I would suddenly switch from my usually Vulcan demeanor, to suddenly expressing my emotions?" She asked with a smile. Some people chuckled.
"Sir, until today I would have said it was impossible." One of the cadets stated. Nyota chuckled.
"Yes, many would be of the same opinion. However, due to the fact that I am half human the chances of such an occurrence are good despite my Vulcan upbringing. In fact, if all the variables are included in the equation I just showed you, there is a fourteen point three one chance of such an occurrence." Nyota stated, doing the calculations—even though she had her own mind she had Spock's brain—which could calculate such things on the spot. She smiled. The class was silent.
"So you see, there is much more to me than is on the surface." She grinned. Suddenly a chuckle ran through the class. Score, Nyota thought. By the time the class was over no one could believe they had actually lived through such a class with Professor Spock. Nyota was pleased with herself and her ability to shock the students in such a manner. She couldn't wait for lunch. She exited the class but not before wishing the students farewell.
She marched to her next class, Vulcan II and entered. The class room was already full; it seemed her actions at the lecture had quickly spread through the school. Murmuring followed her to the podium. She stepped on to it and smiled.
The room went into shock. Nyota chuckled, "There is no need to look so alarmed Cadets." She stated.
A few people laughed, and Nyota made eye contact with herself—the real Spock. Her face was nearly white with shock and horror and suppressed rage. She smiled at herself.
"So, today we shall be discussing Vulcan syntax and the congregation of irregular verbs when using the formal dialect." She stated. "I hope you have all done your homework, and well if you haven't don't worry. Sometimes we all need a change—I should know." She smiled wryly, the class laughed. Spock looked like he was going to have an aneurism.
Spock stared in horrified fascination as Nyota smiled and joked, while in his body. It was terrifying to see himself smile so naturally, after all those years of learning to control his emotions. He never would have believed that one little thing could be so destructive to his entire image. He could see that people were filming this occurrence, and he had no doubt that his father and all the Vulcans would soon witness his downfall. He could barely contain his rage at Nyota, for doing this to him. He lifted his hand into the air, anything to get Nyota's attention.
"Yes, Cadet Uhura?" He himself asked, in a cheerful voice. Spock winced.
"Sir, may inquire as to what is wrong with your hormones?" Spock asked in a clear voice. The class gasped.
Nyota's smile vanished, "Nothing, I assure you Cadet."
"Indeed? I have analyzed the situation and the only reason for you to be acting in such a way is that your hormones are negatively affecting your brain, and I suggest you visit a doctor." Spock replied calmly.
Someone from behind him hissed, "Shut up Uhura! He's much better this way!"
Spock turned to face the crowd, standing up. "I for one will not stand to be taught by someone who is acting so peculiar and I disapprove of your choice and your approval of Professor Spock's behavior. Your choice does nothing to assure me of your intellectual capacities." Spock continued. The crowd gasped in indignation. Spock smiled to himself.
"Cadet be silent and be seated. You shall meet with me after class." Nyota told him, her—his—voice rang clear and sharp. Spock sat down, brooding silently. He sat through the rest of the lesson, his hands turning white from clutching his PADD so tightly, as Nyota ruined him with her jokes and smiles. At last the class was over, his jaw hurt from being clenched for so long. He marched out of the class, not even deigning to look at anyone. At one point someone called out "Hey, Uhura get dumped?" to general laughter.
Spock paused and turned to face the cadet. "Cadet, I recommend you shut your mouth and stop voicing untruths as they will eventually lead to your ruin." He snapped.
"Oh, really? Then why don't I just stop lying about your love for me." The male cadet smirked.
"Your human lack of rational logic and inability to recognize defeat does nothing to higher my already low opinion of you." Spock replied.
"You say human as if you aren't one." The Cadet replied angrily.
"I seek more intellectual company than you, and therefore must look to other species." Spock answered calmly. Then he turned on his heel and marched off, ignoring the call of "Bitch!" He was privately pleased that he had not only won the battle against the cadet, but also that he had managed to get the other Cadets to think Nyota extremely stuck up. If she was going to ruin his image, then he would ruin hers. Thinking of Nyota he was reminded that she had asked to see him after class. He marched off to his office, rang the bell and entered to find Nyota sitting at his desk. She had some twenty first century rock music playing. Spock ordered the door to lock.
Nyota looked up at him, and smiled. Spock clenched his jaw. "Nyota, your actions are completely unforgivable. You will have the whole fleet thinking that I am partaking of illegal substances." He nearly shouted.
Nyota blinked, and her smile vanished. She seemed on the verge of tears. "Well, you could make an effort not to ruin all my friendships too!" She shot back.
"Cadet! Your friendships can be easily repaired, people were filming your actions! When my father hears of this he will surly disown me!" Spock could barely contain his fury.
"Oh, so your stinking reputation is more important than the friends I've had for the last two years! Oh I see how you think now!" She snarled back. "Well then, I guess you'll just have to wait till tomorrow to change things! Until then, don't worry your reputation is safe in my hands." She stated, and he could tell she meant the exact opposite.
Spock's eyes widened. "I received a transmission from your roommate, Cadet Gaila. It seems you were to go to drink tonight. Rest assured, you shall not!"
"What? It's her birthday!" Nyota was nearly shouting now and nearly in tears. Spock glared at her and marched out. He was furious. He marched off to lunch. He got in line for a salad and took his lunch to a table away from everyone else. One of the cadet's walked over to him. Spock recognized him as Cadet Kirk.
"Hey there stunning. I've heard that you've been acting strangely today. Something get in your breakfast?" The cadet flashed him a dazzling smile.
"Your presence is unwanted, Cadet." Spock stated coldly. The cadet looked taken aback.
"Oh, come on Uhura. Seriously loosen up a bit!"
"I do not need to 'loosen up' as you so state." Spock replied.
The Cadet looked at him curiously. "Oh, I know! You finally realized you want to date me but don't have the courage to say so! Don't worry, Uhura. I've got you covered." He winked.
Spock clenched his hands under the table. An image of Nyota and this man flashed in front of him, it unsettled him. The next words came from his mouth without conscious thought, "Cadet, I am not available. Now please leave my presence. It is illogical to pursue an impossible situation."
Kirk blinked. "Wow. You've really changed. I'll make sure to tell the guys you're taken, and that you're being logical. Goodbye." The Cadet walked off, muttering under his breath. Spock sighed and ate his food. He was still furious with Nyota, she was going to ruin him. He realized he couldn't continue to eat so he took his plate back and then left the mess hall.
Spock attended the rest of the classes, and determined as he was to do the same to Nyota as she was doing to him; he argued with every single professor on the legitimacy of their theories and began lecturing every class on things which were only taught to graduates. He felt satisfaction as every teacher got mad with him, and every time they did he replied with logical arguments without as much as a trace of emotion. All the students and teachers were taken aback almost frightened of his cold demeanor.
When classes were over he returned to Nyota's door and sat on the bed. Despite feeling satisfied with his ability to ruin Nyota, deep down he felt an intense sadness at having done so. Revenge was not sweet, but hurtful, especially when dealt to someone who in other circumstances he admired and if he let himself admit it—liked as more than just a colleague. As he sat on the bed, Nyota's roommate entered. She looked at him.
"So, come on! Nyota were going out for my birthday!" She stated enthusiastically. Spock turned to her.
"I cannot go. Proceed without me." Then he got off the bed and went to take a shower, to block out the sounds of outrage and sadness emanating from Nyota's roommate. When he finished his shower, not having been paying attention to anything but the warm water, he stepped out of the bathroom to find the roommate gone. On the bed was a note which read, "Nyota! How could you do this? And on my birthday too! I thought you were a friend!" Spock read the noted, and then he lay down on the bed and went to sleep. He hoped to wake up in his own body. He couldn't forgive Nyota for what she had done, but neither could he feel proud of his own actions.
Nyota was furious with Spock. She went to lunch, grabbed some food and took a table with the other professors. They were all surprised to see her. Nyota smiled cheerfully at them, knowing that she was ruining Spock's reputation and happy to do so. She enjoyed the lunch immensely, cracking jokes and laughing. All the other Commanders were at first appalled but slowly warmed to her. The only one who seemed utterly confused was Commander Pike. As she left the mess hall, Pike caught up with her.
"Spock, what is going on with you? Are you high?" The commander asked, his voice layered with disappointment and shock.
Nyota turned to him. "There is nothing wrong Commander. I assure you I am fine." She smiled. Pike looked aghast. Nyota felt a pang of guilt.
"Sir, I am perfectly fine. Just feeling more cheerful than usual." She laughed and then continued walking, leaving a stunned Pike behind. She had only one more class to teach, and she did so in the same manner as she had done the previous ones. As she was about to leave, a senior Cadet came up to her. The girl was pretty, Nyota supposed. Nyota smiled at her.
"Yes, Cadet?" She asked.
"Sir, I thought since you seemed so happy and different today that I would be a good time to inform you that I find you most attractive and extremely intelligent." The Cadet smiled warmly. Nyota was taken aback. She was of half a mind to tell the Cadet she found her attractive to, just to deal another blow at Spock, but found she couldn't. Not only would it ruin this other girl's life, but that was just way to low a blow to strike.
Nyota gave a small smile. "Cadet, thank you for informing you. However, I do not reciprocate such sentiments." She stated. Nyota was also slightly taken aback at her own feelings on the subject, she found the idea of Spock with anyone very unpleasant.
The Cadet looked hurt and angry, but nodded and turned away. Nyota sighed and returned to Spock's quarters. As she entered she found a message from Vulcan. She pressed the button to listen to it.
An old Vulcan appeared on the screen. "Spock, the council has just been informed of your recent behavior. We cannot believe such lowly of our own race; however as you are half human we understand that there was always a possibility of you completely rejecting logic and your Vulcan half. So, before you can insult us further, we hear by dismiss you from our culture and order you to never set foot on Vulcan again. Your father has told me to inform you of his utter disappointment, and that you are hereby disinherited from the Sarek family." The image faded and Nyota stood there. She couldn't believe the Vulcans had responded in such a way. She hadn't realized what her actions would truly do to Spock. She went to sit on the couch, feeling extremely guilty and still mad at Spock. It hurt her to realize just how low she had sunk, just how much pain she had inflicted upon Spock. She gulped, went to the bed, lay down and shut her eyes against the tears of frustration, anger, and guilt. She hoped to fall asleep and wake up in her own body again.
So, was it good? i'm sorry for torturing the chacters in such a way...but don't worry things will get better =)
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