Logic in Paroxysms (Spock Fanfiction - Star Trek)

Chapter II - The Vulcan Attitude to Childlike Behaviours

Chapter II - The Vulcan Attitude to Childlike Behaviours

The lesson flowed in a coherent manner. It wasn't hard to follow, but the professor had my undivided attention, considering I felt that I needed a strong foundation to the course if I wished to succeed. Each sentence the Commander spoke transcribed itself into a beautiful bullet-pointed cursive note, each of which I intended to study later. My fountain pen glided along my leather-bound notebook transferring the ink from my crystalline bottle, into slanted elegance.

As I went to dip my pen into my ink, I suddenly hit the table instead, a soft click emitted itself from the metal tip as didn't meet its designated destination. I hissed, seeing Kirk was holding the small bottle between his thumb and forefinger instead. That arrogant smirk still present. But his eyes seemed to display a certain glee, almost that of a victory.

I raised my hand, attracting the attention of Professor Spock. He raised his already slanted eyebrows, curious, considering he didn't ask a question, nor would it have been the most appropriate time for students to ask for clarifications. After all, Professor Spock was in the middle of an explanation.

"Yes Cadet?" said the Commander, accepting my disruption.

"I am sorry for interrupting, sir. However, I am put in the most unfortunate situation..." I stated, glancing at Kirk who was slightly shaking his head. The Professors expression begged me to continue. "It seems that Kirk has the intention of disrupting my learning. You see... he stole my ink."

"He stole your ink?" repeated the Professor, disbelief in his tone. It was understandable. Firstly, because it was such a childish situation. Aside from that, it wasn't common for students in the 23rd century to handwrite their notes – unless it contained extensive calculations, like for math, physics, chemistry and the like. We were given various technological equipment by the Academy for a reason.

"Cadet Kirk. Give her her ink back, and I ask you move to away from Cadet...?" stated the Commander. It seemed petty now of me, to tattle on such an incident.

"Xy'thia," I stated

"Move away from Cadet Xy'thia," he instructed, directing the next question towards me, "That is a first name, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cadet. What is your last name? We are in a professional environment."

"My last name?" I played dumb, "I... I- yeah no. Sir, I'd rather not."

"Very well, Cadet. Please stay behind after this lesson. Now, if there aren't any more interruptions, attention back to the lecture," the Commander said unaffected by such a clash.

The rest of the lecture flew by quite quickly. Although I did feel Kirks stare burning into the back of my head. Not that it mattered. I was engrossed by the complexities of alien tongue. In comparison, Russian grammar seemed quite decent, and my knowledge of it made me a quick study. This year, our focus would be on Klingon, Vulcan and Romulan. I did have a slight advantage though. Vulcan culture had always intrigued me, so I had begun self-studying the language on my own a year ago. Sadly, I wasn't able to find myself a partner to practice it on. Well... at least not someone who was patient enough and wouldn't judge me for every mistake I made.

When the lesson was over, everyone hurried out of the room. Whilst I took my time to pack my belongings together, hoping that the Professor wouldn't lecture me about appropriate in class behavior. As I walked towards the Commander, he gestured me to take a seat across from him.