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Spocktactular:
What Could Have Happened Part 8
The moment Nyota sent the communication transmission to Vulcan she realized she did not know the names of the Vulcan High Council, or what any of them looked like. The only Vulcan she knew was Ambassador Sarek, because he was the ambassador to Earth. She mentally kicked herself. Brilliant, just brilliant, Nyota thought. I've got to convince the Vulcan High Council that I am not insane, and I don't even know their names! Great start. She thought furiously, berating herself. Just as she was thinking up some choice words in seven different languages the monitor lit up, and a stern Vulcan face appeared.
Definitely not Sarek, not with those lips. She resisted a chuckle. The Vulcan standing in front of her had the typical pointed ears and sharp eyebrows, along with dark eyes and a strong nose. He also had extremely full lips, and looked to be around one hundred and fifty years old. He had many lines around his eyes and mouth, and his ears were wrinkly. Nyota raised her right hand in the customary salute.
She nodded, keeping her face straight. "Greetings Elder." She stated clearly, in High Vulcan. The Vulcan blinked, and then nodded minutely, his eyes narrowing. He didn't return the salute.
"Spock, what logic dictates that you contact us when we stated that you are not welcome on Vulcan?" The Vulcan asked, cutting straight to the chase. Nyota stopped herself from making a sharp remark. She silently calmed herself, lowering her hand.
Time to start shooting the crap, she thought. She bowed her head submissively, no matter how logical a species was every species enjoyed having power over another. It was a simple truth. "Elder, I ask for forgiveness. My actions from two days past were unacceptable, illogical, and abominable. However, I wish to explain myself. If you would contact the rest of the Council so that I must only explain myself once." Nyota stated, clearly and calmly. The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. Nyota noted angrily that the gesture was sloppy, not the sharp movement Spock made.
"It is illogical to call a meeting as it would waste everyone's time. Leave Spock, and do not contact us again." The Vulcan stated harshly. Nyota had to stop herself from clenching her jaw, although her hands clenched behind her back.
"Elder, every individual has the right to defend themselves against a accusation. Call the meeting." She ordered coldly. The Vulcan glared at her, or gave her what she knew was a glare, but most would have thought a calm uncaring look.
"Wait Spock." The Vulcan ordered, and then turned away from the screen. Nyota heard him talk into a communicator. One minute and thirty five seconds later the Vulcan's face reappeared on the screen.
"The council is arriving." He stated sharply, and then turned away again with a look of utter distaste. Nyota carefully unclenched her hands, which were beginning to ache. She had not realized just how cruel the Vulcans' were to Spock. If all of them treated him as the Elder had then their race was just as illogical as her own. Their prejudice was clearly based on Spock's mixed heritage, and if there was one thing that made her blood boil it was an unearned prejudice. How could such an intelligent race be so nearsighted as to discriminate against someone just because of their background?
Nyota stood ramrod straight, and resisted the temptation to shift from foot to foot as she waited for the Council to arrive. Her impression of Vulcan's was not very good at the moment, and if she had to deal with anymore distain or hatred she would happily tell them all to go screw themselves. She quickly tossed this thought aside, it didn't matter just how angry she was with the Vulcan race, and she owed it to Spock to make up with his people. He had gone to a night club, gotten drunk, and gotten molested for her; she could control her emotions for him. She was translating several complex sentences from Romulan to Standard to calm herself when the view on the screen widened to show a group of seven elderly Vulcans. All of them had almost the same facial features, although some looked younger than others—still the typical helmet hair, the pointed ears, the sharp eyebrows, and the cold calculating eyes. She had never realized just how human Spock's eyes were, but compared to the ones she was presently looking into, even Spock's coldest glared would have seemed to glow with warmth.
Nyota raised her hand in the typical gesture and gave a small bow, "Greetings Elders, Council. Before we begin I must state my apology for my previous actions. Two days ago I behaved in a completely irregular, irrational, and repulsive manner. I expressed emotions freely, and to my own mortification acted as if I were completely human. I shamed my heritage. I apologize for my actions, and if you allow it, explain why I acted so." Nyota bowed again.
The faces of the Elders were unreadable except to display dislike and disgust. Nyota pointedly ignored these sentiments and waited for them to come to a decision. Finally one of them spoke and Nyota realized it was Spock's father, Ambassador Sarek.
"Spock, your actions were indeed illogical and abominable. However, if there was a logical reason for such actions I will hear them." His voice was hard, and Nyota inwardly cringed at the disappointment she could read in him. Even thought Vulcan's appeared to be cold and unfeeling she had learned to read their emotions in the tiniest of motions. Sarek's tone had been slightly harder than necessary, and he had not blinked while telling her this. Being in Spock's body had also given her a new appreciation for the subtle.
Nyota nodded, "Thank you Father." She stated calmly. Sarek nodded and the rest of the Council stood straighter, awaiting her speech.
Nyota closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them she started speaking. "The reason for my actions is simple. Although I did not realize it at the time, 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." She recited; it was good to have a perfect memory. When she was done she nodded, not catching the eye of any of the Elders and then straightened. She waited, it was the first time she had ever shot the crap with a Vulcan.
Oh, don't worry Nyota. You just told the whole Vulcan High Council a complete and utter lie, but that's okay. Just hope they don't ever find out, or you are so dead. Nyota forcefully told her mind to shut up, and glanced at Sarek. His eyes were slightly softer than before. She counted the seconds, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…she reached eleven before anyone said anything. Then Sarek nodded.
"Your explanation is satisfactory. If you were not aware of your actions due to medical reasons I accept you apology and reinstate you into the Sarek family." He stated calmly and without emotion. Nyota could have kissed the guy right then she was so relieved. Instead she merely nodded, and pinched her palm to stop from smiling. The other Elders glanced at each other then nodded.
The oldest one spoke, "Your previous actions are dismissed due to this new information. However, if you should act in such a manner again Spock, we shall not retract our sentence. Your banishment is hereby retracted." Nyota nodded, silently feeling that if it were up to her she would have told them all to throw their comments in a pit—she didn't know why Spock wanted to be accepted by these cold hearted discriminating people who had never truly accepted him. But she remained quiet for Spock's sake and nodded to the Vulcans.
"Thank you Ministers, with your leave." She nodded and when they nodded she terminated the communication. Then she walked over to the couch and collapsed with a sigh.
"Oh, stupid Vulcans' and their moronic rationalization." She muttered, suddenly feeling extremely tired.
"Computer, what is the time?" She asked, stifling a yawn.
"0258 hours." The computer animated voice stated. Nyota let herself fall back against the couch.
"Uhg. I've got to get up at six hundred hours tomorrow. Fun." She muttered out loud, letting herself go for the first time all day. She closed her eyes for a second and then opened them. Exhausted she sat up from the couch and stumbling made her way to the bedroom. As she entered she heard an odd sound resonating through the room.
She stopped and peered into the dark room, and then leaned against the doorframe, suppressing a chuckle. Spock was snoring; well actually her body was snoring. It was a very interesting sort of snore, starting with a deep rumble, and then slowly teetering off in a sharp high pitch, then a short silence, and finally another rumble. If anyone had told her she snored she wouldn't have believed them, but now she was faced with the evidence and had to admit it wasn't very dignified at all. Sighing she stepped into the room and walked tiredly over to the bed. Spock was curled upon it, his knees pulled up to his chest, and one arm under his head.
"Wow, I look really vulnerable." She stated quietly, feeling an urge to brush the hair away from Spock's face. She would never get used to looking at her own body. She sat down next to Spock, and then fell flat on her back. She inched up to the pillow, slipped under the covers and closed her eyes. It didn't strike her as odd that she was sleeping next to her own body, or that inhabiting her body was Spock. She felt as if she was simply sleeping next to her sister. She was too exhausted to truly realize that she was sleeping in the same bed as Spock and what the consequences might be.
Sometime during the night Nyota stirred slightly, enough to realize that she was cold. Instinctively she turned to her side and sensing a warm body next to hers looped an arm around that warm body. Her arm settled around the stomach, and Nyota reached her leg over to intertwine it with the other person's legs. Feeling warmer, and comfortable she drifted back to sleep. She was not aware of the fact that she was embracing Spock, only that there was a very comfortable place to put her face, right at the crook between neck and shoulder.
Spock awoke to find that his head was pounding at what seemed like the speed of light, his eyes were aching, his mind fuzzy, his whole body sore, and someone was draped over him, with their legs entangled with his. Spock sighed, and realized his throat was parched and sore. The day couldn't get any worse. HE turned slightly, winching as his muscled protested and opened his eyes slightly, his headache worsened. He squinted at the figure next to him, trying to make it out. He could see pointed eyebrows, and a sharp nose. Turning his neck slightly he felt something brush against him. He stiffened and opened his eyes wider. He stared in opened mouthed astonishment as he realized that Nyota was sleeping next to him, her arm around his stomach, her legs intertwined with his. She was clearly asleep, but he was suddenly aware that his normal body had a very strong reaction to Nyota's. If being kissed by a female had been a new experience, finding himself wrapped around an aroused male was defiantly one for the books. The fact that it was his own body didn't make it any better. He groaned and closed his eyes, he couldn't deal with this right now.
Spock fainted, happily letting unconsciousness take him…anything to escape reality, and his quickly resurfacing memories.
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