| Spock woke next to T'Loki, still holding her smaller frame in his arms. 'She...enjoyed it,' he thought. 'I did not think she would but I gather that she has been attracted to me for some time...as I to her.' The older Vulcan permitted himself to sigh in private, brushing strands of hair from his student/lover's face gently. 'I know that it is prohibited to be with anyone under my command. But I can not deny what I...feel? Where is my logic? The thing that I have fought to find all my life is gone with one night spent with her.' He felt his body respond slightly to the thoughts that ran through his head and pushed them back, feeling slightly ashamed. Realizing what time it was, Spock slowly let go of T'Loki and slid out of bed. 'I do have to report to Dr. McCoy before I go on duty to tell him that she is fine,' he considered and went to the shower and changed before walking back into the room where they had slept. 'Be well,' he thought and tucked T'Loki in tighter before leaving, his robe folded beside hers on the desk. 'I think she will be fine but how will she react later on when we are back on duty together? Or better, how will I act?' Spock considered and nearly ran into Dr. McCoy himself as he boarded the turbolift. "Good God, Spock!" McCoy said with mock contempt. "Where is your head, in the clouds?" The vulcan found some of his old dry humor and said, "Hardly, Doctor. I was just coming to update you on Ensign T'Loki's condition." McCoy casted a look at him before directing the turbo lift to the bridge. "She's alright...isn't she?" "Of course, Doctor. She is well," he said, looking at the door, hoping that the unspoken part of that reached McCoy with out him having to explain. "Well, I'm the doctor and I'll see about that," McCoy said, smiling before turning serious. "I never thought I'd say this but...you're one noble son of a bitch." The turbolift stopped and Spock looked at the Doctor with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps," he said evenly before stepping onto the bridge. McCoy shook his head and followed as the vulcan went to the lower level where Kirk was reclining in the captain's chair. "Spock, how is the Ensign?" he asked, trying to appear nonchalant. "I heard that she had fallen ill." "She is recovering. She will be on duty in about an hour," the commander said tilting his head. 'He is playing this game for the benefit of the bridge crew. Clever indeed.' "Great, she's a valued member of our crew," Kirk continued and tilted his chin to the angry red giant swirling on the viewscreen. "I hear that you and her are doing a study of the planets of this solar system. Interesting stuff." Spock raised an eyebrow, following the banter. "Quite, yes. This is the last one and the one that we know the least about." McCoy reclined on the left arm of Kirk's chair. "Well, it's interesting looking at numbers all day only if you're crazy or genius," he said, tossing Spock a look. "Doctor I can assure you that I am in sound mental health," Spock countered and walked to his station, leaving the unspoken part of that in the air. McCoy muttered something about being a 'smart assed bastard' before heading down to sick bay and Spock began to read the data coming in from sensors. 'T'Loki will be on duty in a short amount of time so I will leave this part to her. But how she will work is another matter...' T'Loki stretched before sitting up in the low light of her quaters. 'The blood fever is...gone. Spock.' She looked for him before she noticed his robe folded neatly next to hers on her desk. 'He did go on duty 35 standard minutes ago,' she considered, padding to the shower. 'But what does he think of what happened? It was more than just sex...to me, in any case.' Water pounded her body and she closed her eyes briefly. 'You are a vulcan, a student of Spock's. You will act accodingly. Logic is the center of all things,' T'Loki thought firmly but she couldn't shake the feeling. 'This will be the hardest shift I have ever worked. I hope I have the strength to act normal...' Next |