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What Could have Happened Part 5

Nyota gripped the railing more tightly, feeling slightly dizzy. The cool French air brushed against her face and spread below her in squares and circles lay Paris. Paris was correctly called the city of lights; even this late at night the city was illuminated as if it was day time. The streets were all in great relief, their lights shiny brightly. Paris's streets wound around the buildings and plaza's in perfectly cut corners and circular turns. Nyota could see for several miles in the clear night, and it was an awe-inspiring sight. The Arc de Triumph could be seen in detail from the top of the Eifel Tower, it's a mere two hundred something feet of height dwarfed by the tower. Nyota blinked and looked to the west, towards the Atlantic Ocean.

Despite the fact that it took just above an hour to reach Paris from her home, she had never visited the Eifel Tower before. Until that moment she had thought herself prepared to face the enormous height that the tower reached, she had been in space and seen Earth from the Moon, some one thousand feet could not be that bad. However, she had misjudged her reaction, and for the first time was scared of being so far from the ground. The world was spinning slightly, making her feel off balanced on her feet—Spock's feet. Breathing deeply she let go of the railing and stepped back from the edge, trying to ease the feeling that the Tower was about to fall straight over. She inched back towards the wall of the observatory and made a conscious effort not to grasp the wall, instead clasping her trembling hands behind her.

Nyota turned to face herself, and was irritated to notice that Spock seemed completely at ease standing by the edge of the observing platform. His shoulders were relaxed and he had a lazy smile on his face. Nyota glared, until he turned to face her completely. He grinned.

"On my home planet the buildings are made straight from the cliffs; some extend for up to six thousand feet above the ground. It is nice to be high up again." He called to her in Vulcan. Nyota made the minutest eye roll.

"Suffering from vertigo is making me unbalanced on my feet and therefore causing a moderate level of discomfort." She responded, also in Vulcan.

Spock grinned mischievously, "I was under the impression that you had visited space before. The height in those cases is much more extreme."

Nyota gave him her best glare, "I was aware of the fact. I gather that the closeness of the ground is causing me to concentrate more on the distance and probability of falling than being in space does. Moreover, I can clearly sense the gravitational pull of the Earth from this distance, while in Space there is no such force acting upon me."

Spock smirked, "An admirable hypothesis, however I must point out that is only that, a hypothesis. You have no other proof to substantiate it than your own personal experience."

Nyota raised an eyebrow. "I know. The landscape is very aesthetically pleasing." She remarked, nodding to the city of Paris stretched out beneath them.

"It is extremely beautiful. The lights make up quite a display." Spock answered. She could see that he was amused by using such terms.

Nyota moved closer to the edge of the platform and stared into the distance, noting that the lights of the city were glistening off the Seine River.

"I approximate that in order to arrive in time to partake of dinner we must depart in less than thirty minutes." Nyota commented.

"Very true." Spock answered and turned away from the vista. He glanced at Nyota, his gaze lingering.

"Come, let us go, Nyota." He whispered.

"Okay, Spock." She answered quietly and turned away from the beautiful view. Her eyes were slightly shocked by staring at the city, with its patches of light and dark. Spock didn't even try to correct her of the use of the word "okay." Nyota followed him down to the elevator and boarded it with him and a group of many other tourists.

Once they had stepped into the streets of Paris Nyota took the lead, walking back towards the transporter stop. They had checked the schedule and knew there was a Transport returning to San Francisco at 0200 hours, meaning they would be arriving in San Francisco at around 1700 hours. They arrived just in time and boarded it in silence. Taking their customary seats in the back Nyota resisted the urge to lean back against the chair and slump down in exhaustion, the day's adventures were getting to her. Instead she sat straight up and placed her hands on her lap. She blinked and realized she wasn't that tired, despite not having slept well the night before. She turned to Spock.

"I notice that I am not as tired as I should be, is this due to a difference in Vulcan and Human anatomy?" She asked in Vulcan.

Spock turned to face her and chuckled, "Yes, Vulcan's only need four hours of sleep to function perfectly well, and we can go for nearly four days without one moment of rest. I have been finding myself much more inclined to sleep than usual, as a side effect of being in your body." He answered in Vulcan, and covered a yawn. He blinked sleepily and Nyota had to fight to suppress a grin.

"Sleep. You will not be able to sleep again until 0200 hours in the morning, our time, if you manage to return to your dorm at that hour." Nyota answered, thoroughly amused.

Spock gave her a look, and Nyota fought a chuckle. "Fine, I'll take your advice, seeing as you have more experience in the area of your roommate's nightly habits."

"You are fortunate she has not brought a male to the room yet." Nyota told him, thinking it would have been priceless if Gaila had.

Spock grimaced, "As she is Orion I understand that she cannot help her activities, however I would prefer not to wake up to find a scantily clad male in the same room as me. I never did understand why humans insist on sharing changing rooms at the gym."

Nyota raised an eyebrow and shook her head minutely to express her astonishment and amusement. "Be silent and sleep, Cadet." She stated, pleased that she could order him to do such a thing.

Spock grimaced again and rolled his eyes before closing them and settling back more comfortably in the chair. Nyota chuckled inwardly and turned to look out the window, to see clouds shooting by and the sun setting in the west—that was one of the interesting thing about being able to travel so quickly from one hemisphere to another, it was almost as if you got to see time going in reverse, with the sun steadily working itself higher in the sky, but from the west instead of the east. Nyota watched the sky, until after just over an hour the transporter arrived in San Francisco, at 1718 hours, Eastern Pacific time.

Nyota gently placed her hand on Spock's shoulder—her own shoulder in reality—and shook gently. Spock's eyes opened and he blinked. Then he sat up and stifled a yawn.

"What did I miss?" he asked with a chuckle, Nyota could tell he was amused by using the phrase.

"Where did you acquire that particular colloquialism?" Nyota asked curiously, standing up.

Spock blinked, "My mother insisted on watching Terran movies, the actors say it every time they wake up." He answered, returning slightly to his normal speech, but catching himself half way through his statement.

"Indeed." Nyota raised an eyebrow. Spock stood up and stretched slightly.

"I think I should go first, and then you should go. People will get suspicious otherwise. Go straight to your room," he told her, in Vulcan.

Nyota nodded, and motioned for him to go. He did, and Nyota watched him walk away, towards the Cadets' dorms. Nyota waited for exactly three minutes and then disembarked. She walked purposefully towards Spock's room, not looking at anyone in particular. She had several things she had to do before she could relax—contact the Vulcan High Council and talk to Commander Pike were among the list. She hoped that she would be able to get through all her meetings without letting Spock down, she wanted to make up for everything that had occurred yesterday.

Spock made his way towards Nyota's dorm, preparing himself for his meeting with Cadet Gaila. He hoped he could get through the evening without insulting or offending anyone—he needed to make up for all the damage he had done yesterday. Spock sighed minutely and prepared himself for a night spent out partying, his least favorite activity but one he would endure patiently.


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