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By : trekkie89
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            Ten minutes later I arrived at Commander Spock’s quarters. It didn’t take even five minutes to get there from the deck I had been on, but I’d taken the longest way possible despite my resolution to get this over with. I was still uncomfortable with the thought of being in Commander Spock’s private quarters. It felt like an invasion just standing outside the door.
            After pacing back and forth for a minute I finally pushed the button on the panel beside the door and waited for Commander Spock to answer. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a sight I had never imagined possible: Commander Spock in casual clothes. He was wearing grey pants and the type of plain black t-shirt most crew members wore under their uniform shirts. Not exactly an exciting wardrobe, but still far from the usual on-duty commander in uniform. It was actually a nice sight to see him looking at ease. It felt more human, more like he was just another member of the crew and not second in command and a half-Vulcan. It wasn’t that I didn’t like him being Vulcan, just the opposite, I found it fascinating. It was just that I often noticed the separation between Commander Spock and the rest of the crew, whether it was due to the many social differences between human and Vulcan kind or the division between higher ranking officers and regular crew members. I sometimes felt a tinge of the isolation that came with holding a higher rank on the ship, but surely it was nothing compared to what his situation must be like.
            Commander Spock moved back to allow me to enter the room, raising an eyebrow as he did.
            “Lieutenant,” he said in place of hello. “I thought perhaps you had been delayed.”
            In my head I couldn’t help but find it kind of funny that here I had been taking a the long way here to avoid this interaction, and my Vulcan commanding officer had been waiting ever so attentively in his casual clothes. It was a strange situation I had never pictured myself being in.
            “No delay,” I said, entering the room fully. “I just took the long way, I suppose.”
            The room was rather dimly lit and it was difficult to make out the details. It seemed overall to be very basic but still visually pleasing. There were a lot of objects I didn’t recognize, most likely Vulcan items.
            “Am I correct then, Lieutenant,” he said, “in my assumption that our brief interaction this morning has caused you to feel some uncertainty regarding our current dealings?”
            I tried not to show my surprise, but it must have been clear from the way I was looking at him. He was wearing that all-knowing expression of his. I honestly hadn’t expected him to mention our earlier incident, at least not so forwardly, since what he referred to as the morning had been only the end of an extremely long night I was trying to forget. Apparently I had been right to worry after all.
            “I’m not sure what you mean,” I said, trying not to look as guilty as I felt.
            Commander Spock stepped further into the room but kept his gaze on me. It wasn’t unusual behavior for anyone else, but it was definitely irregular for him. I’d worked side by side with the commander on countless occasions where not a single word was spoken and if it was, the common courtesy of an accompanying glance wasn’t present. We had had conversations on a more personal level before, but even those always involved some larger task at hand which he diverted most of his attention to. Was it just that we weren’t at a work station or on the bridge? This was some unfamiliar territory I had just ventured into.
            I stood where I had entered the room, not feeling comfortable enough to venture in further without invitation. Everything in the room seemed so pristine and precisely arranged.
            “Lieutenant,” said the commander, “How you and Engineer Scott choose to pass the time while off duty is of no concern to me. I certainly do not intend to reprimand either of you for it, if that is in fact the source of your discomfort.”
            I furrowed my brows in distaste at his choice of wording. ‘No concern’ to him. Of course not, nothing was ever of any concern to him. Suddenly I felt stupid for thinking this was all about me in any way. It was just work, just the commander taking care of business as usual. I should have felt relieved, but oddly enough I felt disappointed and belittled. I tried to put it out of my mind in the interest of getting the engine report issue taken care of.
            “Of course, Commander,” I said. “I’m not uncomfortable.”
            “You seemed particularly unsettled in the turbo lift, Lieutenant,” he said.
            “It was just a long night of working on the engine problem,” I said quickly, “after an even longer day of working on other problems. I guess I was tired.”
            “Respectfully, Lieutenant,” said Commander Spock, “I do not believe you were simply fatigued.”
            I shuffled uncomfortably and avoided his gaze. Where the hell is this going?
            “I am familiar with your attentiveness to your duties,” said the commander, “as well as your resilience when under pressure. You are undoubtedly a fine officer and a credit to the crew of the ship. Therefore, I do not believe your demeanor was simply the result of a long night of work.”
            Damn, how did he manage to turn that into a really awesome compliment?
            I stared at him as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, uncomfortable and unsure of how to handle the situation. I almost wished he would just ream me out; being given this weird ultimatum to admit having been intoxicated was considerably worse.
            I sighed.
            “Okay, Commander,” I said. “I was assisting Mr. Scott with the efficiency report as a sort of personal favor, so in return he offered me a drink. I guess I didn’t realize how long we’d been working, and I had a long day, so by the time I ran into you in the turbo lift… Well, I mean, I was tired…”
            Spock turned slightly away now, his hands behind his back the way he often had them as he paced in thought. Even in his casual clothes, he carried himself like the high ranking officer he was. Again I felt awkward and out of place.
            “And maybe drunk,” I blurted out.
            Commander Spock faced me again and his expression seemed to be almost one of mild amusement. Finally he broke the silence.
            “You may enter the room fully, Lieutenant,” he said, “if you are so inclined.”
            I took a few hesitant steps forward. Spock turned back around to face me. He addressed me this time with his usual ‘Lieutenant’ but also with my last name. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, exactly. Perhaps it was nothing, but somehow it felt sort of strange. We only ever referred to each other by rank, since we were always on duty and in work uniforms. The addition of my last name was puzzling; I wasn’t sure if it was more or less formal.
            “I assure you I regard your actions in the turbo lift early this morning not with disapproval or criticism but rather with particular interest.”
            I stood there uncomfortably, waiting for the part where this was supposed to somehow make sense.
            “My inquiries about the engine report are, in truth, quite minor. They could, perhaps, have waited until your shift tomorrow, as there were no errors requiring adjustment, only some small gaps in final documenting procedure, no doubt due to the work being completed outside of actual engineering.”
            I raised my eyebrows in some concern.
            “I can take care of it, sir,” I assured him, “tonight, even. It’s no problem, really.”
            Commander Spock came forward, closing the distance between us slowly. I felt myself immediately grow tense at his close proximity. Even on duty in a normal setting, I always felt that sense of anxiousness when he had to work near me. It was an uneasiness I didn’t feel with other high ranking comrades. Even Captain Kirk I felt no such anxiety around, though he did happen to be a personal friend.
            “Truthfully, Lieutenant,” he said, his focus on me again, “I have little concern over the issue. My larger purpose for calling you here involves a request somewhat personal in nature.”
            I felt myself tense up even more at his words. A personal request from Commander Spock? Part of me was dying of curiosity at such an intriguing thought, yet another part of me could only imagine what daunting side project a Vulcan of his intellectual capacity could be signing me up for. After all, when he said ‘personal’ he had only to mean not technically Federation official work, but still scientific in nature. There could be no other explanation.
            “Okay,” I replied uneasily. “What kind of request?”
            “I have been continuing to compile research on my studies of human and Vulcan sociological similarities and differences, as I have mentioned to you in the past.” He paused and looked at me, and I realized he was waiting for my affirmation that I recalled the conversation.
            “Yes,” I said quickly, “I remember, of course.”
            I chided myself mentally; it wasn’t like I had memorized each one of our conversations. I hadn’t meant to come off overly interested. Then again, why did I care if I came off interested in his project or not? Furthermore, since when did I have this idea in my head that Commander Spock had the human capacity to discern interest or feeling or anything non-scientific?
            “I have been commissioned in some small part by the Federation to organize this research into a usable text for documentation, to be utilized in cultural studies courses by potential Star Fleet cadets at the Academy.”
            I took a moment to decipher Commander Spock’s excessively explicit wording and translate it into actual relatable terms. It was a process I had become very good at since meeting the Commander upon my arrival on the Enterprise.
            “They’re having you publish a research text,” I said in conclusion. “And you want me to… do what exactly?”
            There was a pause and the two of us just looked at eachother. I wondered if Commander Spock felt uncomfortable making this request.
            “Star Fleet has requested that I select a consultant of my choice to assist in the completion of the text,” he said stoically. “In addition to observing your skills as a leading science officer, I have consistently found our conversations on your part to be insightful, though-provoking, and emotionally controlled.”
            I couldn’t help feeling flattered. Professional compliments from the commander were few and far between, but personal ones were completely unprecedented. If it were anyone else, I might suspect he was simply paving the way to sign me up for the project, but Vulcans weren’t akin to falsehoods like humans. Even though Commander Spock was half human, he had adopted a Vulcan way of life in almost every sense. Aside from enlisting in Star Fleet, there was nothing about him that gave him away as being anything less than a full Vulcan.
            I’d always suspected there were many reasons behind that, but I never thought I would get an opportunity to discuss them with Commander Spock. Perhaps I was assuming too much, thinking the project would involve any personal input on Commander Spock’s part. But then why else would Star Fleet have contracted him to be the one to write the text? Commander Spock had made it sound like simply the makings of a Star Fleet Academy text book, but I suspected it was in fact more likely a much more important piece of writing. The Commander took his duties onboard the Enterprise very seriously and placed them above all other projects in priority. He would never have taken on another assignment unless it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. Also there was the fact that Star Fleet had sanctioned the commissioning of not only one leading officer but two. Most would consider it an extremely lucky break on my part.
            Still, I was hesitant to respond, standing there in my Commanding Officer’s private quarters, being offered a special assignment no one else had ever had the opportunity to work on. It was a great opportunity, and I’d be crazy to turn it down. There was really no other option.
            Commander Spock was watching me stoically.
            “It sounds like a great opportunity, Sir,” I said, trying to sound grateful. “I appreciate you choosing me. I know you must have had a lot of other choices.”
            He broke my gaze and I was thankful to breathe easy again for a moment. He turned away and took a few paces.
            “Am I to understand, then,” said Commander Spock, “that you are willing to take the offer to act as my consultant on the project?”
            I took a deep breath and shrugged.
            “Yes,” I answered, “I suppose so.”
            I exhaled heavily and Commander Spock thanked me for my decision. He saw me to the door and bade me goodnight after a few minor comments regarding the project.
            As I walked out the door of his quarters and headed down the hall to the turbolift, I just couldn’t help but wonder exactly what I had just gotten myself into.
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