AN: Please forgive me for the extremely long pause! I've been swamped with homework and tutoring lately. Plus, we have limited computers in the labs here. I should be getting a laptop soon, so updates should be up more often once I get that. Well, I shall continue with the story now! Once again, I do NOT own Star Trek!
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Spock was jumped slightly at the sound of a book hitting the floor of his previously silent apartment. As was the usual routine, Cerulia joined the Vulcan professor during the evenings to work on her homework while he graded papers. Without so much as a raised eyebrow, Spock got out of his chair, picked the Sirian Chemistry up, and place back onto the table in front of the cadet's lowered head. "Is there something on your mind that you would like to discuss?" he asked, returning to his seat across the table from the human. Giving the half-alien her worst glare, Cerulia sat up straight and removed her hair from the confines of her usual bun. "What makes you think I need to talk about anything? I'm perfectly fine. What could possibly be the problem?" she inquired, looking at him with a mixture of false innocence and annoyance. All it took to break her down was the simple raising of that one eyebrow, along with him pushing back from the table, the act being an invitation.
With a sigh, she got out of her seat and walked around the table to merely sit on the lap of her Vulcan. "I'm just…tired," she began. "I'm tired of doing something and pretending that it's all I want to do with my life. I love science, Spock, I do. But, what I want…what I really want to do, is be a pilot. I've met plenty of them here, so I know it's probably never going to happen. I want to be on the conn of a constitution class starship. But being stuck in science division in frustrating me and that's why I took my anger out on a defenseless book," she concluded, watching her hands as they idly played with his long fingers. Spock, having long ended his attempts to control his emotions around the human, released a chuckle and wrapped his free arm fully around her waist. "T'hy'la, if you wish to be changed to the command course of study in order to pursue a career in piloting, then you should. You should do what you deem best for yourself," he explained, squeezing her waist gently.
Before meeting Cerulia, only Captain James T. Kirk was able to produce emotional response from the stoic half-Vulcan, and this was from years of friendship and chess games. Spock soon grew accustomed to the lack of emotional control that came with spending time with his girlfriend, or captain. He knew that she wanted to be a pilot and "get to drive over a thousand tons of space metal" as she once said. He had also seen her dozing many times, usually over a pilot's manual, available to all students aspiring to take the appropriate exam. He knew she had a passion for science, but also knew her heart was not in the lab, but in a pilot's chair. Their relationship had progressed rather steadily, with little dishonesty, mostly on his side. He neglected to tell her that he was a professor at the Academy, and he was now keeping his on-ship position from her. He has been neglecting to tell her that he is the Science officer aboard the USS Enterprise, as well as his position as her First officer. He knew she wanted to be assigned to that ship, but he wanted her to want it because she knew she was good enough, not because he was there.
AN 2: VERY SHORT CHAPTER! I'll try to be more regular with my chapters! I'm glad to be back!