T'hy'la Part 2
When Jamie was allowed to return to duty, she thought that working with Spock would be ... odd or at least odder than normal considering she worked with an emotionless Vulcan. But it's not different at all. Spock's posture is less stiff around her sure and his gaze often softens as he watches her, a faint warmth in his usually impassive face. But other than that. It's pretty much the same. Because despite the weight of Spock's revelation, they function as a perfect team.
"Right, what's the situation?"
Spock had called her to his lab moments ago informing her that there was a situation that required her immediate attention.
"We are experiencing a series of anomalies in the warp core. The readings suggest an irregular fluctuation in the plasma flow."
Jamie moves to a nearby console, her hands gliding over the controls with practiced ease. Spock joins her, his fingers deftly manipulating the touchscreens.
"It's almost as if something's disrupting the plasma injectors. Have you checked the magnetic containment field?"
"Indeed, and the readings are within the expected parameters. However, I have noticed a slight variance in the matter-antimatter ratio."
Jamie glances at Spock, impressed.
"Good catch. Let's run a diagnostic on the injectors."
As they work together, their movements become a seamless dance of collaboration.
"Running diagnostic now. It should only take a few moments."
There is a comfortable silence between them, punctuated only by the soft hum of the machinery. Jamie steals a glance at Spock, who is intently focused on the data streaming across the screen.
"Spock, about what you said whilst I was in sickbay … I'm not sure how to respond. I've always admired you, your intelligence, your dedication. But this… it's a lot to process. I've never had a relationship that's lasted long-term. So if that's something you want."
Spock looks up from the console, his gaze meeting hers with unwavering intensity.
"I do not expect an immediate response, Jamie. Emotions are… complex. I merely wished to be truthful with you. But I was looking for something long-term as you put it with you."
Before Jamie can reply, the console beeps, indicating the diagnostic is complete.
"The injectors are fine. But there's an energy signature here that doesn't match anything in our database."
"Fascinating. It appears we may have an unknown factor at play."
"You're telling me. Let's isolate the signature and see if we can trace it."
They continue working, their focus now fully on the task at hand. Despite the earlier emotional tension, their shared goal brings a sense of normalcy back to the room.
As they make progress, Jamie finds herself glancing at Spock more frequently, contemplating the implications of his revelation. Spock, though composed, occasionally allows his eyes to linger on Jamie, an unspoken acknowledgment of his feelings.
Finally, Jamie takes a deep breath, breaking the silence.
"Spock, I don't know what the future holds, but I do know that I value our partnership. Whether it's on the bridge, in engineering, or… elsewhere."
Spock gives her a small, almost imperceptible nod, his expression softening. "As do I, Jamie. As do I. May I suggest we go on a date?"
"Discuss it later, in my quarters?"
They share a brief, meaningful look before turning back to their work, united in purpose and now, perhaps, in something more.
The apartment is cozy, with warm lighting and comfortable furniture. Jamie sits on the couch, her expression a mix of curiosity and contemplation. Spock stands nearby, his demeanor as calm and analytical as ever. The tension of the unknown hovers in the air.
"So... a date? ... with me?"
Spock raises an eyebrow. "Affirmative. I find our interactions to be intellectually stimulating and emotionally enriching. It is a logical step to explore a deeper connection. I believe that is the term humans use when they wish to have intimate relations they go on dates, do you not?"
Jamie smiles, appreciating his candidness.
"Yes, but it's more complicated than that. A date can mean anything. So I appreciate your honesty, Spock. But I think we need to discuss what that means for us. Our relationship...it's different from most. We need to set boundaries I guess. What we are and aren't comfortable with - what is going to happen on this date you are suggesting."
Spock nods, "Indeed. The concept of dating varies greatly across cultures and species. It would be prudent to establish clear parameters to ensure mutual understanding and respect."
Jamie tilts her head, pondering. "For starters, I think we should talk about time. And if it goes well. Do we go on more dates? And how often do you think we should see each other if it does?"
"Given my duties on the Enterprise and your professional commitments, it would be realistic to allocate specific times for our interactions. Perhaps once a week, with the understanding that this frequency may be adjusted as necessary. We already have some meals together and play chess now and then I do not see why a date with you would be any different to the time in which we spend together now Jamie."
Jamie nods, considering his words. "Humans kiss Spock, a lot. Hold hands. Dates include getting it on -"
"Getting it on?"
"Intercourse."
"Jamie I am not suggesting we rush into anything. I too have no experience with long-term intimate relationships. From the human counterparts I have worked with over the years, I can tell they are much like the ones on Vulcan. Seeking out a mate with which you are compatible or as per my heritage share a bond with. We value these bonds above all else. I wish to explore it, and develop the bond on a natural path - there is a lot to learn about each other Jamie. As you are aware Vulcans do not express emotions in the same way as humans. I believe communication is going to be key if we are to explore our desires."
"Communication. Right, I can do that," Jamie smiles, finding his suggestion both practical and endearing. "I'm not perfect at it. I tend to punch before I speak about my emotions. I ramble when I'm stressed."
"Let us learn together. That is what I meant about developing on a natural path and why I suggested the date."
"Alright. Now, about our time together— you said you didn't want to rush this, so what does a date look like for you? I mean, what would you enjoy?"
Spock pauses, reflecting. "Engaging in activities that promote intellectual growth and mutual understanding would be ideal. We could explore scientific discussions, cultural exchanges, or even shared meditative practices."
Jamie chuckles softly. "I had a feeling you'd say something like that. I like it, though. It's...us."
Spock's eyes soften, a small but genuine smile touching his lips. "Agreed. It is...us."
Jamie reaches out, taking his hand. "And what about physical boundaries? I know Vulcan customs around touch can be...different."
"Vulcan touch is indeed significant, often reserved for moments of great importance. However, I am willing to adapt, within reason, to accommodate your comfort and cultural norms. It would be beneficial to establish what you find acceptable."
Jamie squeezes his hand gently. "So we're going to figure it out together on a natural path? So we just communicate... and you let me know if something makes you uncomfortable,?"
"Of course. Like I expect you to do the same. Open and honest communication will be our foundation."
They sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of their new understanding settling in.
"So, when's our first official date? I'm free next Saturday."
"I believe Doctor McCoy has already arranged plans with you for that particular Saturday Jamie."
"So do you know about the party I'm trying to avoid going to?"
Spock ignores the comment, instead, he suggests, "There is an astronomical event occurring soon - a week after your plans with Doctor McCoy, if my calculations are correct — an optimal time for stargazing. I believe it would be a suitable occasion."
Jamie beams, her excitement evident. "It's a date, then."
Spock nods, his eyes reflecting the quiet joy of shared anticipation. "Indeed. It is a date."
A.N. Yes I took out that Vulcan's have arranged marriages. In the current age we live in I deemed it necessary.