Logic in Paroxysms (Spock Fanfiction - Star Trek)

Chapter IV - Unnatural Positions

Chapter IV – Unnatural Positions

A week has passed since the forced meeting in the Commander's office. Since then, thankfully, I hadn't run into any conversations, or interrogations more like, with my Xenolinguistics professor. Commander Spock decided it to be necessary to keep me in his office, questioning me about the situation he found me in. Although I explained the accident to him in a clear and bold manner, he still wouldn't let me go, making me miss two lessons, continuing his questioning. Touching upon something I wish he wouldn't have. My sleep. Or rather lack of it.

The Commander being a 'concerned' member of staff of the Academy, found the well-being of a student to be of importance, or so he claimed. Especially considering I was the Vice-Admirals daughter. My inner voice told me that he was secretly a kiss ass, although it would insinuate that he actually felt something – such as care. Yeah, I scoffed, probably care for his job in the Starfleet ranks. Well, long story short, Professor Spock will be giving me meditation sessions, twice a week, to see whether that would help improve my sleep patterns.

"Boooones!" I wailed stalking into his apartment, "Can you please save me? Put me in a medically induced coma? Give me some viral infection and order me to stay in the Med Bay when I need to go see the Professor?"

"No. For once, maybe the green blooded hob-goblin is right. You yourself said there isn't anything you wouldn't try that would help you sleep better. This here, is 'anything'."

I had called Bones this morning at 5 am because I couldn't sleep, and told him about these 'mandatory' sessions. The Professor is basically forcing me to do this, and although I didn't study Interplanetary Law, I was pretty sure it was against the Apraazot Conventions. McCoy's response to my phone call was something along the lines of: Damnit princess, I'm a Doctor, not a 24/7 therapist. Night! Well... morning!

And so I had decided that, it was now a "more appropriate" time of day to come complain to him again. There was no class scheduled for me today, meaning that I had the whole day to attend to my own pleasures. And that was to annoy Bones as much as I could.

"You might be right. Just might..." I answered defeated.

"Of course I am right. I just really want you to be as fit as you can. Although, I must warn you, as a doctor you might not get that much time to sleep in the future."

"But that's different! Sitting in class and needing to understand and memorize concepts is different than treating a patient. I always get filled with a lot of adrenaline, it's almost like a natural energy drink. Don't you remember how well I handled the situation last week with that Russian kid? Or that birth with the Tellarite? Although...that wasn't too much of a pleasant sight," I asked Bones, fishing for compliments.

I received a frown from Bones, "Brag all you want," he told me, "I still have a right to worry about my best friend."

"Awee, I love you too, little one!" I mocked him, however deep down, knowing that statement was true. "And since you claim to be my best friend, I assume you would want to make me happy?" I asked an evil smirk appearing on my face.

"Oh no. What have you come up with now?"

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing bad. I just feel...that both of us could use some physical exercise right now."

"I'm sorry darling, but I don't think of you in that way!" exclaimed Bones with a horrified expression, that ruining his, oh so beautiful features.

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" I told him, before grabbing his arm to drag him out of his apartment. Before going where I had initially intended, which I in no way wanted to reveal to Bones, I had to get some appropriate attire. Meaning that I forced him wait outside my flat, as I grabbed my shoes, leggings, etc., shoving them into my duffel bag. Just in case there wasn't anything for Bones to wear at the studio, I remembered to take a large pair of sweat pants as well.