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I sighed to myself and resolved to invest in my own small supply of scotch for my living quarters. It might have been integral to the cause of my troubles, but at this point I could really use a drink.
Still standing in the corridor where the captain and I had parted ways, I pressed the intercom button on the wall and waited for whoever was on the bridge to answer. “Engineer Scott, here,” came Scotty’s voice. Ah, Scotty. It figures. “Scotty, is Commander Spock still on the bridge, by chance?” I asked hopefully. “I’m afraid you’ve just missed him, Lieutenant.” said Scotty. I sighed to myself. Can we possibly draw out my shame any longer? “Any idea where he’s headed?” I asked, attempting to sound less frustrated than I felt. “I can’t say for sure,” said Scotty. “Captain Kirk mentioned something about the engine report.” “Yeah, funny story about that,” I said rubbing my forehead in imagined pain. “Remind me to share it with you some time.” “You don’t mean to say there was an error?” Scotty asked, sounding somewhat panicked. “No, no,” I reassured him, “nothing like that. I just had a little run in with Commander Spock after we finished the report. Right after we finished it. Last night. In the turbo lift.” I lowered my voice for the last part, even though Scotty was the only one listening in on the intercom on the bridge. I supposed it helped me to feel like less of a gossip. “You mean…” came Scotty’s hesitant response. “Indeed,” I said solemnly. “I can’t help feelin’ partly to blame,” said Scotty, “I hope he wasn’t too… observant?” “I thought I was in the clear,” I said, “but now that I hear he needs a word with me about the engine report, which you and I just agreed was flawless, I’m not so sure.” “Well good luck to ya,’” said Scotty. “If he does give ya’ the third degree, I’ve got a wee bit o’ that scotch left you can drown your sorrows in.” I had to laugh at Scotty’s proposal. “I’m afraid that’s what got me into this mess,” I said, “but thanks for the offer.” “Aye, Lieutenant,” said Scotty. “Engineer Scott, out.” I switched from the intercom panel to the computer panel on the wall of the corridor. There was a control pad on it, but it also responded to voice activation. “Computer, locate Commander Spock,” I said. The computer’s female voice answered in its monotone drawl. “Commander Spock is in his quarters, deck seventeen.” My eyebrows went up in surprise. What the hell is he doing there when I’m supposed to be signing off on this stupid report or getting reamed out or something?? I was used to taking control of situations, but this was something else. No one ever went to Commander Spock’s private quarters; he was a Vulcan and spent hours meditating and reading texts and doing God knows what other logical, joy-depriving things. Long math equations, I suspected. Actually I was interested in all of those things a great deal, I was just quietly fuming about my situation. Maybe if I call him on the intercom in his quarters we can just settle this mess. I hit the command and after a moment Spock’s voice answered. “This is Commander Spock.” I announced myself to him and explained getting Captain Kirk’s message. “That is correct, Lieutenant,” he said in that low voice that was nearly as monotone as the computer’s. “I have several minor questions regarding the engine report. I would appreciate your input. I do not anticipate it taking more than a few minutes of your time.” “It’s no problem, sir,” I answered. “Should I head down to my station, then, or…?” “If you do not mind, Lieutenant,” he answered quickly, “I believe my quarters would suffice.” I made an unnecessarily childish face at the intercom, as though the machine were somehow responsible. “Ah, sir, are you sure you wouldn’t rather go over the report on the science deck or on the bridge?” I tried to reason. Is this some kind of test or something? There was a brief pause. Surely, he was coming to his senses. “As I said, Lieutenant,” said Spock, “I believe my quarters will suffice.” I furrowed my eyebrows disappointedly at the intercom. “Alright then, I suppose that’d be… fine, sir,” I said. “I’ll just be a minute.” “Very well, Lieutenant. Spock out.” I stood there for a minute contemplating possible outcomes. Was he going to tell me there was some error in the report? That was impossible, Scotty and I had done our homework on this one for sure. So maybe he really did just have a few minor questions? But if that were the case, why the hell was he having me come to his quarters, a place hardly anyone ever visited, to resolve such a minor issue? I strongly suspected he was going to express his distaste for my behavior the previous night. I leaned against the wall of the corridor in irritation, then finally I set off for the turbo lift. 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