S&S&ST Chapter Thirteen: T'Pring it On
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Perhaps the robocops expected a struggle, given the strength and endurance that Vulcans were capable of the rare times when provoked. But the struggle never came; Spock had already accepted defeat and did not resist the two burly androids that came to drag him away. He spent the night in the slammer and the next morning Jim came to pay bail.
“Usually this situation is reversed,” he mentioned. When Spock made no reply, he grabbed him by the shoulders. “Spock, look at me,” he pleaded, “You’ve never done anything like this before. What’s wrong?”
The young Vulcan was conflicted. He had to make a choice between his brother, who had supported him always, and a Vulcan to whom he had made a solemn vow. So he hesitated. “It is … difficult to explain,” he started, to buy himself some time.
“Try me. Now Spock, I want to help you, but I can’t do that if you won’t even tell me what’s going on here.”
“It concerns…” he cast around for an appropriate term, “…biology.”
Kirke’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What did you say?”
“You heard me,” he snapped.
“Alright.” There was an awkward pause “Biology, eh?” He rubbed his chin, where he imagined there would someday be a beard. “What kind of biology?” he asked in an undertone.
“Vulcan - biology.”
“Ohh, you mean…like reproduction?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
“So what you’re telling me is that I got called up to the station house just because you were experiencing some kind of alien PMS?” Spock nodded sharply. “Well that’s nothing to worry about. We’ll just tell everyone to steer clear of you for a week or two, and then you’ll be okay. You’re one of the top students in Starfleet; no one will mind if you take sick leave. Come to think of it, I could do with a break too.”
Chapter Fourteen
Perhaps the robocops expected a struggle, given the strength and endurance that Vulcans were capable of the rare times when provoked. But the struggle never came; Spock had already accepted defeat and did not resist the two burly androids that came to drag him away. He spent the night in the slammer and the next morning Jim came to pay bail.
“Usually this situation is reversed,” he mentioned. When Spock made no reply, he grabbed him by the shoulders. “Spock, look at me,” he pleaded, “You’ve never done anything like this before. What’s wrong?”
The young Vulcan was conflicted. He had to make a choice between his brother, who had supported him always, and a Vulcan to whom he had made a solemn vow. So he hesitated. “It is … difficult to explain,” he started, to buy himself some time.
“Try me. Now Spock, I want to help you, but I can’t do that if you won’t even tell me what’s going on here.”
“It concerns…” he cast around for an appropriate term, “…biology.”
Kirke’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What did you say?”
“You heard me,” he snapped.
“Alright.” There was an awkward pause “Biology, eh?” He rubbed his chin, where he imagined there would someday be a beard. “What kind of biology?” he asked in an undertone.
“Vulcan - biology.”
“Ohh, you mean…like reproduction?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
“So what you’re telling me is that I got called up to the station house just because you were experiencing some kind of alien PMS?” Spock nodded sharply. “Well that’s nothing to worry about. We’ll just tell everyone to steer clear of you for a week or two, and then you’ll be okay. You’re one of the top students in Starfleet; no one will mind if you take sick leave. Come to think of it, I could do with a break too.”
Chapter Fourteen