A month is not a particularly long time, it's what you do in that month that makes you believe that the month is long.
Indy's first month on the Enterprise was more pleasant than she could have thought a job upon a starship could be. The hours went by slowly when she was on duty, and didn't seem to pass by any quicker when she was off. That didn't stop her from enjoying trying to herself, though.
She tried to surround herself with people, distracting herself from the dark memories that pushed their way to the forefront while she was alone. No matter how awkward and uncomfortable she was around some, she found that people were the best medicine for her loneliness.
In the few times Indy found herself in rec room three, the girl from engineering was there too. Her name was Sisi. She was a very naive, wide-eyed girl that Indy had become close acquaintances with. She wasn't too difficult to talk to, but Indy did find herself get carried away with a few conversations where Sisi had no idea what she was talking about.
Sisi mainly talked of simple things: her hair, Doctor Harrison, the matter-antimatter reactor she worked with. Indy sometimes found those boring, and tried to find a happy medium in their conversations to where they both wouldn't be bored.
She often wondered how a conversation with Mister Spock would go. She could tell he was increasingly intelligent just from their game of chess, and his choice of words were so carefully picked it was as if he was tip-toeing to each word as he spoke.
Perhaps he would be easy to talk to.
Perhaps maybe not.
She found herself stealing glances over at the chess tables, longing to see the pointy-eared man, but each look was in vain.
"Is something wrong?" Sisi asked one day, curiously looked over her shoulder.
"No, it's nothing." Indy insisted, moving her gaze straight down into her coffee.
Something about his absence bothered her. She hadn't seen him since their chess game, nor heard anything from or about him. Doctor McCoy didn't say anything about him. In fact, the only things she really heard from him were for reports and maybe a small 'how's your day?'
Nothing more. Nothing less.
And Harrison's incessant questioning on the subject kept the man in her thoughts more than she cared to admit:
"Have you and Mister Spock had another chess game?"
"How are things with the Vulcan?"
"I'm sure I could steal a game if he stands you up again."
Indy ignored his comments for the most part. They were the only thing about him that annoyed her. He didn't try to take anymore breaks, he always went off duty at the appropriate time, he was consistently late by a minute or two each day, but he never stepped out of line any which way.
McCoy must have scared him out of his wits... She thought. Or he's up to something...
"I say, Indy, you are doing a fantastic job today!"
"Miss Eastman," I reminded Harrison.
"Right, right, right, my apologies."
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Between the Stars | an AOS fanfic
Fanfiction"Spock, do you know what the word hiraeth means?" Spock's eyebrows cocked upward and he took a shallow breath in. He didn't answer. Indy waited for his answer a few seconds more, then left him. ☆~☆ Indiana Eastman has been through many hardships in...
