So, i'm back! I wrote quite a bit while i was gone....so here it is =)
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Spocktacular:
What Could Have Happened Part 4
Taking a breath she stated quietly, "Spock, I'm very sorry. Yesterday a Vulcan sent a message to your room which stated that the Vulcan people were ashamed of you and that your father had disowned you. I'm sorry. If there is anything I can do to change this I will." She looked down, ashamed. She expected him to stand up or to shout or to do something of the sort. Instead, he remained silent. She looked up at him, into her own face. She had always been an open book, and despite Spock being in her body she could still see the irritation in her face.
However when he spoke he expressed no anger, "I expected as much. I do not think there is anything you can do to change what has occurred."
Nyota bit her lip, "What if I told them it was all a hormonal thing, or that I hit my head?" She asked, desperate to do something.
Spock's eyes clouded over. "Vulcan's cannot lie."
Nyota blinked, "But I'm not Vulcan, Spock. If I told them a lie they would believe it because you cannot lie." She grew hopeful, maybe she could right the wrong.
Spock raised an eyebrow, ineffectively seeing as Nyota's body wasn't used to doing the gesture and her brow crinkled as the eyebrow went up. Nyota watched this, noticing the difference and realizing that unconsciously she had committed to memory the image of Spock's eyebrow rising. "Such a deception would be quite effective, if not my first choice." Spock stated.
Nyota suppressed the urge to bite her lip, Vulcan's didn't do so. "So, it would work. Well, Spock I don't think we have many choices left. If it makes you feel any better, I'll be the one lying, not you." Nyota voiced her thoughts.
Spock blinked, "Vulcan's do not…"
Nyota interrupted him, "Do not tell me Vulcan's do not feel. Just because you control and suppress all emotion does not mean you don't feel it."
Spock blinked and nodded accepting her statement. Nyota smiled. Spock froze and Nyota immediately dropped the smile. She sighed. "Spock, let's go somewhere away from here and practice not being ourselves."
Spock nodded and stood up. He grabbed his hot chocolate and Nyota picked up her tea as she left the café. He followed Spock through the streets towards a transporter stop. When they arrived they checked the schedule, there was a transporter going to Munich Germany in fifteen minutes.
"Munich?" Nyota asked, curious.
Spock turned to her and answered, "Yes." Nyota nodded and sat down beside him on the bench. She put her elbows on her knees and stared at the ground, not knowing what to say. It was Spock who broke the silence.
"If we are to become familiar with each other we must start now. Please tell me how you would greet the driver of the transporter?" Spock ordered.
Nyota glanced at him and almost smiled, he looked so out of his league. "Well, I would normally say 'hi' and smile at him or her. If they were someone I knew I would also include a 'how's it going?' or a 'hey! Nice to see you again'." Nyota explained, feeling strangely amused by Spock's inability to communicate with people.
Spock blinked and nodded, "Why utilize the word 'nice'? It implies that something is pleasing or pleasant."
Nyota stared, and then had to stifle a chuckle. "Yes Spock that is exactly why you use it, because you are telling the person that seeing them elicits a pleasant feeling in you."
Spock's eyes widened, "Fascinating."
Nyota bit her lip to stop from smiling; she had to learn to control her emotions. "How would you greet the driver?"
"I would nod." Spock replied shortly. Nyota knew Spock well enough that she didn't need to ask what he would do if he knew the person, he would simply nod.
"Okay, well then I'll do what you would do, and you can try and do what I would do." Nyota stated, happily.
"I will endeavor to do so; however smiling will prove nearly impossible." Spock answered. Nyota nodded, pleased.
"Thank you." She stated, quietly. She had a sudden urge to reach over and hug Spock; he looked so huggable in her body. She suppressed the urge. She sat up and leaned against the back of the bench. They waited until the transporter arrived. Nyota took the lead, walking into the transporter and nodded to the driver. She was so used to smiling that a smile almost escaped her but she managed to keep it in check.
The driver nodded back, and Nyota walked to the back of the transporter. She turned to watch Spock enter. He moved stiffly, walking up to the driver. She heard his say 'hi', and she watched him try to smile. It turned out looking like a grimace and she sighed. He walked over to her and sat next to her.
She turned to him and tried to say encouragingly, "That wasn't bad."
Spock turned to her and raised an eyebrow, another failed endeavor. "Your tone of voice suggests disappointment. I will continue to practice. You must also practice keeping all emotion out of your voice."
Nyota raised an eyebrow and was sorely tempted to smile when she saw Spock's eyes widen. "I will give it my best shot."
"You must also attempt to not use such colloquialisms as 'best shot'." Spock reprimanded.
Nyota bit her cheek, "I shall avoid using such colloquialisms, you however need to learn them."
"Please explain."
"Hm….let's see. Take this hypothetical situation: Someone is telling you about their problems, and how poorly his or her day went, what would you do?" Nyota asked, hopping he wasn't going to say that he would nod.
"Hypothetically I would tell him or her how to solve the problems, or if the problems were emotionally based I would recommend meditation." Spock replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Nyota made a facial expression.
"Okay, I will keep that in mind, if someone ever comes up to me to describe their daily issues. However, if I were me, I would say 'Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I understand how you feel, I hope things get better.'" Nyota told Spock.
Spock turned his head to the side, "That is unreasonable. What do you accomplish by saying such things?"
Nyota sighed minutely, "It forms a connection between the speaker and you, and by saying such things it relieves some of the persons stress. The person doesn't want you to tell them what they did wrong, they want you to sympathize, that's how we humans act."
Spock blinked, "Indeed." Then he looked up and stated, "We have arrived." He stood up and led the way out of the shuttle. As he walked by the driver he said, "Good day." Nyota couldn't tell if he tried to smile or not. Nyota followed and nodded to the driver. She followed Spock into the Munich streets.
Spock led the way to another transporter, with Nyota following. He boarded, without so much as a glance at Nyota. Nyota sighed internally and followed. She sat down next to him, in the back.
"Spock, you've got to stop doing everything without consulting me." She stated, trying not to express her anger.
Spock turned to her, "I apologize. I thought you might want to view the country side."
Nyota blinked, "Oh. Actually I do, but still next time, ask me please."
"I shall." He was quiet for the remainder of the trip, less than three minutes. They disembarked the shuttle and stepped out onto a patch of green hillside. Nyota nearly gasped. The land lay spread out before her, rolling hills and mountains right in front of her. Trees covered every inch of land, and spread out between the small mountains were pure blue lakes. It was the landscape of dreams, or fairytales. The sun, which was curving through the afternoon sky, was glistening off the trees leaves, and illuminated the landscape wonderfully. Nyota stared, until Spock came up and grabbed her arm. Nyota was so surprised by the physical contact that she jumped. Spock held her by the arm.
"Oh, sorry." She mumbled, ashamed of her embarrassing leap.
"Please follow me." Spock told her, and instantly let go of her arm, leading her towards a path which led upwards towards another hill top. Nyota followed, curious. Spock followed the path for about fifteen minutes, until he reached the hill top. It was deserted, and he sat down on a rock. Nyota sat next to him. It was approximately 1700 hours Nyota knew. The sun was just beginning to set. She turned to look into her own face, which was gazing out upon the landscape.
"Spock, I know this is going to sound odd, but I think that a good way for us to learn how the other acts would be to play an acting game." Nyota spoke, feeling childish.
Spock turned to look at her, "Acting game?"
"Well, it's an acting exercise that actors use to get to know their characters. One of us will stand up and the other will give them something they had to do, or to say. The person acting then has to do or say the thing in the way they think their character would do it. In this case, we can judge each other's performances." Nyota explained.
Spock looked at her curiously, and his eyes lit up. "That is an intelligent idea. It would allow us to take on each other's personalities. Please go first, so I can observe."
Nyota smiled inwardly and nodded. She stood up from the rock and turned to face him. He sat straight backed, his hands on his lap.
Before he had time to say anything however, Nyota stated, "I think we should start off with the simple, like the way you walk or greeting someone, something of the sort."
"Of course, begin with the basics and work our way up." Spock stated. "Your task is to walk over to those trees, and then walk back towards me. You are then to greet me as if I were your student and you had an inquiry to make."
"Technically speaking, you are my student." Nyota teased. Spock gave her a look, and she shut up. She turned on her heel, and took a second to visualize Spock walking. He always walked with his hands clasped behind his back, his spine straight and with long brisk strides. Nyota moved her hands and clasped them behind her back, she straightened her shoulders and then proceeded to walk towards the trees, making sure to take long measured steps. Once at the trees she turned around and walked back, keeping the position.
She stopped in front of Spock, and bent over slightly to speak to him, "Cadet Uhura, if I may have a word?"
Spock watched his body move away from him; Nyota's performance was quite adequate, she mimicked his stride and his arm position perfectly. He watched as she turned around, her face was blank and unemotional. He watched Nyota walk backwards him. She did very well until the end, he noted. He would never had bent over and her phrasing of the question was different than he would have used.
"Your performance was adequate until the end. Do not bend over, and instead of asking, 'If I may have a word' say 'Cadet Uhura. I need to discuss a matter with you. Do you have a moment?'" Spock stated.
Nyota nodded. "Your comments are duly noted." Spock almost smiled.
"Is that a smile, Cadet? If I may inquire as to what you find amusing?" Nyota asked dryly.
Spock took the hint, "It is Commander. Your actions are what is amusing me." Nyota nodded.
"You are progressing well, Cadet. If you would now practice that smile, you will have made much progress and will be closer to achieving your goal." Nyota continued, standing straight up, and looking into Spock's eyes.
Spock let his lips twitch up, it was easier than he had expected. He stood up, trying to mimic the position that Nyota usually took—her back straight, her arms either crossed over her chest or by her sides, and her legs placed slightly apart from each other, the right one behind the left. He crossed his arms. "Thank you Commander. If I do say so, your performance is 'really good' as well." Spock was amused by the situation, and knowing that Nyota rarely hid her amusement he let himself smile a bit more.
Nyota raised an eyebrow—Spock noticed it was a perfect impression of his gesture—and stated calmly, "As afore stated, smiling is a simple action, it requires only seven muscles and comes naturally after approximately four attempts. You have a 89.632% chance of successfully mastering the technique."
Spock grinned outright, "A good chance then."
"The word 'good' is vague and therefore not quantized. However, I realize that humans are fond of using such terms." Nyota stated, displaying such blank faced whit that Spock chuckled. Nyota seemed to lose control of her facial expressions because she grinned and laughed slightly.
Spock glared at her and she stopped smiling. "A perfect imitation of my expression." She stated.
Spock nodded, "I try." He was feeling oddly free with all these terms. "So, commander what shall we do next?"
"You still haven't taken your turn, Cadet." Nyota replied. She sat down next to him and motioned for him to stand. Spock stood and brushed himself off.
"Spock, run towards those trees as if you see your best friend coming, and greet said friend." Nyota ordered. Spock allowed himself a smirk. Then he moved and sprinted off through the grass, towards the trees. As he neared them he slowed and put his arms out wide.
"Best friend! Whoever you may be! It is wonderful to see you again. We have so much to catch up on." He cried out, letting amusement enter his voice. Spock was surprised at himself, he had cracked a joke. He turned to see Nyota raising an eyebrow.
"Very precise acting." She stated, with a look of scholarly aloofness. Spock raised both his eyebrows and smirked.
"Thank you. Your turn. You see a group of students harassing another. What do you do?" Spock motioned.
Nyota nodded minutely and walked a few steps. Then she stopped, her hands clasped behind her back, her stance relaxed but alert. "Cadets, it is against regulations to harass other students. Leave that student or I will be forced to report you. Your chances of not being expelled after such a charge is placed are only 30.98%. Now, leave!" She stated, calmly but forcefully. Spock had to admire her skill. Just as he was about to congratulate her however, she turned slightly and stated a bit louder, "Moreover, if I catch you harassing another student, I will not be so kind. You will be forced to help me edit essays, on multi-dimensional physics, and learn proper discipline by meditating with me—for six hours at a time." She said this all with a perfectly straight face and displaying absolutely no emotion. However, he could see a tinge of amusement in her eyes.
Spock laughed. "Nicely done, Nyota."
Nyota looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Your praise is unneeded." Spock smiled at the cheek of her comments.
"What is my task, Professor?" He asked.
Nyota turned her head slightly to the side, with a thoughtful expression. "You have just been assigned to the Enterprise, your dream ship. You are ecstatic."
Spock sighed, if she could poke fun at his character then he could do so as well. Spock walked a ways away. Then he turned to face her. He pasted a smile to his features and then skipped over to Nyota, his arms flying wide. "Oh, oh! You'll never believe it! Guess what happened! Oh, guess! I was assigned to the ENTERPRISE! Can you believe it? I mean, my dream come true!" Spock finished his statement with a leap into the air and landed with his legs apart and his arms up, in a star shape.
Nyota blinked. Spock expected her to fall over laughing; instead she simply raised an eyebrow. It was Spock who burst out laughing instead.
"Interesting technique Cadet." Nyota stated dryly. Spock winked. He couldn't believe he was doing this—must be all the human hormones he decided.
"I believe we have completed our tasks nicely." Spock stated, dryly. Nyota merely nodded.
"Would you like to partake of some nutrients Cadet?" She asked.
"Lunch, or shall I say dinner seeing as it is 1821 hours, sounds most enjoyable." Spock replied. Nyota nodded and led the way down the hill. She kept a perfect stance the whole time, he noted. He made sure to keep his hands in front of him, and not clasp them behind him.
When they reached the transporter stop they sat down and waited for a few seconds. It was then that Nyota turned to him and stated calmly, "You cannot sit like that. You must cross your legs, when you are in uniform you do not have the comfort of pants."
Spock blinked, he hadn't considered this. But he obliged her and crossed his legs. Nyota shook her head and rearranged his legs into a more proper and comfortable position.
When the transporter arrived they boarded and Spock made a conscious effort to smile at the women in the driver's seat. She smiled back, taking him by surprise. From the lack of greeting from Nyota he knew she had simply nodded at the women. They took seats at the back again. When they disembarked Spock smiled and waved to the women as Nyota had told him too.
Spock inquired after a good restaurant and they were pointed towards a small restaurant on the edge of a plaza. They took a table by a window and ordered. Once the food arrived Spock turned to Nyota.
"Nyota, you mentioned contacting the Vulcan High Council and telling them a story about hormones or hitting your head. Please tell me how you planned to tell them this story." Spock asked, taking a bite of food. Nyota turned her head slightly.
"Your phrasing makes it impossible for me to understand the question, Cadet."
Spock sighed and smiled despite himself. "Professor, you told me you planned on speaking to the Vulcan High Council and would try and convince them that everything that occurred was due to hormones or because you got hit on the head. Could you please tell me how you planned on 'dishing' them this story?" Spock was proud of himself, he had used a colloquialism he had heard a few months ago.
Nyota raised an eyebrow. "My statement will be this, 'To the Vulcan High Council and my father, I apologize for my behavior yesterday. I did not realize it at the time, but I was acting under the influence of overly active hormones. The doctor informed me of such this morning, it appears that when I hit my head by mistake the day before last it caused damage in the emotional area of my brain. This caused my body to excrete four hundred and five percent more endorphins and testosterone than usual, which resulted in my abnormal behavior. I ask that you to please rethink your statement from yesterday. As you now know the reason for my behavior I am certain you will see the logic of my argument and accept my apology.'"
Spock was impressed, it was a worthy speech and well crafted. It implied that if the Council and his father did not accept the argument they would be acting illogically. "They must see the logic of your argument. They will not be able to reject your apology if you phrase your statement as such. It is very good." Spock replied, making sure to stay in character.
"Thank you. There is a topic which I must discuss with you. Am I right in my summation that you did not attend my roommate's birthday party last night?" Spock didn't look at her but nodded, feeling hot with embarrassment.
Nyota simply raised an eyebrow. "I ask you to please make it up to her. Take her to a bar tonight, and apologize." Nyota's voice was blank but forceful.
The idea of attending a bar was extremely unpleasant but Spock knew it had to be done. "I promise I will. I am sorry about that."
"There is no need to be sorry; my actions were more extreme than yours. Just take her to a bar and I will be content." Nyota answered and took a bite of food. Spock nodded and continued eating.
They finished their meal, but instead of returning to the academy, Nyota suggested they visit the Eifel Tower—which would be not only a cultural experience but an opportunity to learn more about each other. Spock agreed, but only on the condition that they would return before 1800 hours. Nyota nodded and they boarded the transport. Spock felt excited, he had never seen the Eifel Tower and it was a major landmark in human history and human culture—Vulcan's were always excited when it meant they were going to learn something. Moreover, Nyota was going to be with him, an added bonus which made the trip all the more interesti
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