Logic in Paroxysms (Spock Fanfiction - Star Trek)

Chapter I - Watch Out, the Russian is Coming

Chapter I - Watch Out, the Russian is Coming 

The morning of my first day back at Starfleet Academy, I got to experience the most annoying and blatantly outrageous things one can ever experience, whilst living in the Academy's accommodations. That being the blinds! I know to value a good night's sleep, and enjoy waking up naturally. However, the lighting situation isn't exactly helpful in those terms. At night my room is too light, in the morning it is too dark.

Although I had decided it would be worthwhile to upgrade into the Presidential Quarters this year, it put a slight strain into my bank account - and the inability of the staff to fix a minor inconvenience was unacceptable. I glance at my blaring alarm clock. 0740 hours. I was ten minutes behind schedule, not a particularly good omen.

As I lazily rolled out of my bed, and mumbled "Lights - 20%", I noticed the aroma of coffee seeping through to my bedroom. That instantly lifted my mood. Perhaps I wouldn't be late today. My roommate, Kalique, must have prepared breakfast after one of her usual morning runs. Stumbling into the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror covering the entirety of the wall. I smiled. My dark brown hair wasn't a wild mess this morning - thank the lord!

This meant that the time permitted me to do a full face of makeup. My appearance was something I highly cared about. Grabbing my navy blue eyeliner, I was lucky enough to pull off two identical wings so sharp they could kill a man. Followed by champagne and chocolate eyeshadow. Kalique always criticises me for doing my liner first and then eyeshadow - but I have my reasons why. Foundation, contour, highlight, blush, and check I was done!

I contemplated what type of hairstyle to do. Since I decided that I will wear a dress today, a high ponytail seemed appropriate. Once I was done, I grabbed my satchel handbag and put my glasses on top of my head (a needed accessory I never forget), glanced at the alarm clock - 0800. Thankfully I was right on schedule.

"Good morning, babygirl," exclaimed Kalique, as I walked into the living room and kitchen area, "Don't you look like you've just come off the runway."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "Oh yeah, absolutely. Says the one oozing sex appeal enough for any human to last a century."

"Just being honest, hun. Betazoids are wired that way," she winked, handing me a plate filled with a cheesy omelette, avocado toast, and fried tomatoes.

My stomach growled at the sight of this deliciousness. Kalique sure knew how to spoil her best friend. As I ate, she watched me with a small smirk dancing upon her lips, making me raise one eyebrow in question. She shook her head, but decided to give in after a while: "'Thia, I am really not supposed to tell you anything, but I found out somebody may have changed the course you are taking this year.."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, grabbing my PADD, checking to see whether my schedule was already online this morning.

"Kirk."

That one name was enough to tell me everything. Not too long ago, the infamous playboy James T. Kirk made advances towards me, but failed. His charm was something other woman may fall for easily, so the only sane thing I could do was reject him. Long story short, since I told him that I would never go for a guy like him, Kirk did everything in his power to get my attention.

"I may have overheard yesterday, I was visiting his flatmate - just so you know, that he switched your elective from Exobiology to Xenolinguistics." Kalique stated matter of factly, but continued after seeing outraged expression, "It might be destiny! Just think about the beautiful blue eyed babies you two could have!"