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[lt_mcgivers]

Who: Marla McGivers and Mr. Spock
Where: Mr. Spock's quarters
What: Miss McGivers delivers the promised data tapes

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[vulcancommander]

She was late.

There was a part of the commander that expected it as such, another part that would scold him for being inconsiderate as he was inviting her to his quarters at her convenience. Even Vulcans had manners.

'Vulcans are prompt when they specify a time.' He challenged to the voice within his mind before the computer chirped to alert him of the visitor.

Brown eyes glanced around the room to make sure everything was in order - of course it was, it was Spock's quarters - before standing and acknowledging the door to allow Lt. McGivers into his area.

[lt_mcgivers]

The moment she stepped through the door, Marla stood stiffly at attention, her PADD and the data tapes clutched in front of her. "Sir. The data tapes are completed. I hope you find them to be acceptable."

She couldn't resist a quick glance around his quarters; with Vulcan destroyed, it was all the more vital that its history be preserved for future generations. When she finished her most recent project in the archives, she thought, she would begin a project on Vulcan history.

At some point, she would have to request a chance to sit with the Vulcan commander and pick his brain for information. There was so much to learn, so much to be preserved. So much that had been lost. Doubtless there were priceless historical artifacts that had been destroyed, hundreds upon thousands of years of rich history lost in the blink of an eye. And lives, too, Marla. God, no wonder everyone thinks you're such an ice queen.

[vulcancommander]

Spock watches the woman, how attentive and secure she was as she walked in, the door shutting behind her. With other crew members, there'd immediately be rumors going around, especially with a lower ranked crew member going into an officer's quarters. Not in Spock's case, though.

Maybe the captain's caseHe noted the quick glance she helped herself to around his room. The commander didn't deny her that since she was both a historian and his culture was on the verge of extinction. The thought of being a hybrid of a race that was so close to not existing... to be obliterated from space itself sent a slightly cold chill down his heated spine

[lt_mcgivers]

She handed the data tapes over, careful not to accidentally let her fingers touch the commander's as she did; she knew that Vulcans found unnecessary physical contact unwelcome and discomfiting. So did she, although not for the same reasons.

At his invitation, her eyes widened slightly, and she murmured, "Thank you, commander," hardly able to contain the excitement in her voice. "That is... that is most kind of you." She relaxed slightly, though she gave off the air of still standing at attention as she moved to examine the artifacts Mr. Spock had mentioned.

They were lovely. Each of them, a work of art, in their own right. Each of them a reminder of the brevity of life, and the endurance of history.