(Star Trek Mirror!Verse OC
tracking: #ifonlytonightwecouldsleep)
Doctor McCoy is talented, yes, despite how eager he is to hide it. I do not doubt his abilities as a doctor, but I do doubt his abilities to put his talents into good use. And it is this, I believe, that makes him a Human not to be trusted — well, who is? But in spite of the pain he causes others, Doctor McCoy is at heart a sentimentalist, and this amuses me to no end.
It was not a secret amongst the crew that T’Androma had a reputation for staying up late into the Delta shift. On a good night, she might get 4 hours of sleep, because most of the time she should’ve been spent resting consisted of her time spent in the science labs, or in meditation. And it wasn’t so much that she couldn’t sleep, but simply that as she had no desire to. The whole concept of shutting one’s consciousness down seemed rather unappealing, especially since obtaining rest for her required such a minimal amount of these disadvantages.
Likewise, staying awake didn’t require the caffeine that it seemed like so many of her Human crewmembers depended on, and the replicators were such an easy, simple way for any engineer to poison another member of the crew that she tended to avoid the traditional drinks like coffee and tea. This, coupled with the fact that socialization was remarkably unimportant to her, made the recreation rooms something she to avoided until later hours, when the halls tended to be empty.
But this time she wasn’t alone. A mere 3 hours before T’Androma was scheduled to report to the bridge, already having gotten as much sleep as she wished to obtain, the young Vulcan spotted another ensign alone in the break room in front of a cup of a liquid she couldn’t identify from where she was standing near the entrance. Normally, finding another person when she wanted to be alone, T’Androma would’ve just left.
But Pavel Chekov was interesting. He was the youngest member of the ship, just two years younger than her, and unlike almost every other crewman, he had already made an impression on her.
Christine sauntered into Spock’s quarters She was still in uniform as she had just gotten off shift. About her thigh was still Spock’s golden sash Somehow she had tampered with the computer, ensure he did not replicate another. Tied around her leg it stayed, holding her dagger. The meaning of it was quite clear. She had the second most powerful man on this ship under her deadly sway.
Most of the crew felt something was building. If Christine Chapel after years of being chased was showing some solid connection between them, they were evolving into something stronger than the sum of them apart: the sum of them together.
Except for Kirk in his hubris.
Her foot bounced as she crossed her legs, hopping onto his desk. She had been a bit surprised at his summons the very next morning. Surely he wasn’t trying to weasel out of the deal so quickly. For a fleeting second she thought he was about to give up on it and her. But she saw his eyes flicker first to her neck, where under her customary black turtle neck were the vivid red marks his mouth had left, and then to her leg. No he was still interested. ”You won’t be getting a down payment if that’s what you’re asking,” she informed him as the doors entered again.
Oh, his little protegee. The cast off of Vulcan. She smirked at Spock. ”Kinky. But I’m not into that.”
T’androma had been standing just outside the sensors of Spock’s room for 176 seconds, though she did not realize she had been doing so. Staring aimlessly into the cold metal of his door, she ran through a quick mental list — quick by her standards — of reasons why he should need to call the three of them to his quarters. Customarily, the meetings were between Spock and Christine, Christine and T’androma, and T’androma and Spock. Three at a time was too blatant.
But this time, the younger Vulcan could not help the sneaking suspicion that she was not included on a piece of the plan. Small or big, relevant or irrelevant, intentionally or unintentionally, she didn’t not know. But the three were closer and knew more about each other than family members; heights, measurements, background, strengths, weaknesses, etc,. Obviously, information did not simply ‘slip by.’
Finally, she bent her head forward by 3 inches and the sensors picked up her presence. Christine and Spock in their customary positions; he at his chair, she on his desk. And as T’androma stepped into his room, she filled her part of the picture as well — hands clasped behind her back, feet planted firmly next to her guardian.
pon-far:
I felt it appropriate to send you a letter. It is my desire that you find your new home useful and functional. There you should put your mind to proper work and learn to control all emotions. These will do nothing but serve to be in your way for the rest of your life, young one. You will do your best to forget them. Logic is the best aid you will ever have and it is all you will need. One day you will understand fully. I will write to you and check on your progress. -Spock
Spock
I appreciate that you have taken the time to check on my progress. I assure you that I shall not disappoint. You have brought me here for a reason, saved me from the v’tosh ka’tur. It is the least I can do to get the best education one could receive.
In the mornings, I study Atmospherical & Planetary science for three hours, and then begin a subject regarding the history of the Federation. After a regulated lunch, I am given a lesson on combat. In the evening, my studies continue in Physical & Theoretical Cosmology, which I find quite fascinating. My tutors say I show much promise and if I continue at the pace I am on currently, a position in Starfleet is not far off in the future.
Perhaps one day, we will work along side each other.
- T’Androma
She had the smaller girl against the bulk head in that second. A blade that had been hidden in her sleeve crept out, touching her throat. Christine chuckled. ”His play toy? His?” The blade retracted. She tapped the girl’s nose. ”My sweet, when you’ve actually hit your Vulcan puberty, then you will learn a woman’s power. One kiss and I would have him on his knees begging me for marriage.”
She stepped back, sauntering about the lab. ”I’d be kinder if I were you,” she informed the Vulcan. ”I very well may be your mistress some day. My wouldn’t that through your position in his household into a tizzy?”
She watched her pace the floor and, with a great about of will power, stayed with her back against the wall she was just shoved into. It would’ve been easy, almost humorously easy, to simply kill the woman that just threatened to do the same to her. So easy, in fact, that T’androma eyed the weak points of Christine’s neck that she would grab to produce death by asphyxiation.
But she knew that the threat wasn’t serious. Christine never played around, and if she wanted T’androma dead, she would’ve done it already. So the mere fact alone that the nurse took the knife away was neither surprising nor comforting, but simply enough for the Vulcan to turn her head 6 degrees to the side.
“Whatever relationship you pursue with my commander will not effect his guardianship over me. Spock’s thinking may be clouded by whatever infatuation with you he now has, but not clouded enough for my position at his side to be obscured.”
Because from what I understand, illogic attracts illogic. “Two peas in a pod,” to use a Terran expression. Or do you prefer the more right minded Vulcans like my guardian? You enjoy a good challenge? Yes, it is true, my father would have been no benefit to you, not like Spock. No, my father was weak. He cracked under the pressure of the power he had at his finger tips, but Spock is not weak, and you know it as with as he and I both. But that’s all you care about, isn’t it, Miss Chapel? Anyone more powerful than that pitiful ex-husband of yours.
*takes her face in her hands, shaking it almost affectionately* Oh Vulcans. So small minded, you think so small. *lets her go violently letting her head hit the bulk head before backing away* Your chauvinism will be the end of you. You still think a woman’s power is as limited to those she marries, no matter her accomplishments before hand. Quite sad.
Yes my husband was a pitiful fool of a weakling. I do not deny it. He made the mistake of trying to make me weak as well. You’ve done your research obviously, you know his punishment. So you know what I do to passive men who try to ally themselves with me. Perhaps your guardian should think on that before trying to take my maiden name, hm?
I know a woman’s power is weighted by the dead air that clings to her from her past. Such as you with your husband. You, certainly, even with your mentality, can understand that.
Spock knows what he’s doing. You think a man who has risen to gain his rank, power, and respect should falter in the shadow of the captain? Surely you cannot be under such an impression, or you wouldn’t have remained his play-toy for so long.
I know what you do to weaklings. You and I are both full aware that had you truly thought my guardian to be weak, you would have disposed of him long ago. If his interest in you — whatever it is because I certainly do not see the appeal — actually grew to be bothersome, Spock would not be alive right now.
Do not pretend you feel nothing towards him.
You sound so much like your father. I mean, your guardian. You father would sound more like me wouldn’t he?
In any case, I’ve come to tell your commander that Lt. Myles will not be reporting for duty. he’s far too sick.
Sick? Lieutenant Myles is sick? Well… [sighs] No matter. I will pass on the message to Mister Spock. As for my father, I’m sure you and him would get along quite nicely.
He’ll be sick for a while I’m afraid. You might as well replace him. *raises a brow* Oh? How so?
Because from what I understand, illogic attracts illogic. “Two peas in a pod,” to use a Terran expression. Or do you prefer the more right minded Vulcans like my guardian? You enjoy a good challenge? Yes, it is true, my father would have been no benefit to you, not like Spock. No, my father was weak. He cracked under the pressure of the power he had at his finger tips, but Spock is not weak, and you know it as with as he and I both. But that’s all you care about, isn’t it, Miss Chapel? Anyone more powerful than that pitiful ex-husband of yours.
