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Subject: [ASCEM-S] N2U:TOS: The little things you do  S/Ch (1/?) PG-13
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Title: The Little Things you Do          
Author: T'Ryl (Roberta)
Series: TOS
Pairing Sp/Ch
Rating: PG13?

Disclaimer: Paramount/ Viacom owns the world of Trek. I have kidnapped their
children in hopes to take them for a fun ride. 

Summary: This is a first hand look at what could have been in 'What Little
 

This story gives hints to little parts of cannon. I do not play the scenes
out because I think we all know them and hold our own visions of them. At
some point the fires will heat up and it will go from PG to NC-17.

 

 

 

Section I: What little girls are not!

 

I sit alone in quarters I share with three other nurses. It is my rotation
for sleep. Lights are dimmed to an almost blue. I like it that way, as it
reminds me of my second home on Alpha Centaurus IV. A climate tempered
planet, in the Alpha Centauri system, with daytime high averaging 36 degrees
centigrade. The city lights in combination with the atmosphere created an
almost ice blue coloration. Just as I see now above me. The lighting takes
on a hypnotic effect for me. 

 

Life was so much simpler then. All I had were my studies to be a doctor and
him. Without thinking I spin the only piece of jewelry I wear on duty, a
silver band with a blue diamond. He is out there somewhere, he has to be. I
have kept my love for him alone. Well almost for him alone. There is a
certain Vulcan I would like to chase.  

 

But alas, it is not meant to be. He, my Vulcan, finds only interest in his
work. Surely, he knows my feeling. How could it be that he would not? The
mere 'accidental' brush of hands when reaching for a beaker or even the
extra attention I give him when he is in sickbay, each jester, an unspoken
sentiment, a token of love. Does he know my heart betrays another every time
I dream of him, or is that the reason he is so stand offish? 

 

I have seen him with others; he is so cold and unfeeling. His emotions never
once betray him. Yet when I am near he is strangely softer when no one else
is near. A few times I know I saw a gleam in his eyes as I spoke. 

 

Slowly, I rise from my seat, at the corner of my bed, and go to the mirror.
My hair is beginning to weigh from the oils in it. I thought life on board a
starship would be simple. Instead it is more complex than what I knew on
Alpha Centaurus IV, especially, after coming off a 24 hour rotation in
sickbay. 

 

I dread the thought of doing that again. I am rather new to Starfleet duty.
Just choosing to enlist as a nurse instead of the 2nd year resident I am by
profession. My only reason for being on this ship is the fact they are
traveling in the area of Exo III. The baron planet my heart's true love was
lost on. Last transmission had him exploring caverns beneath the surface of
the planet.  

                                                         

As I stand in front of the mirror, I look at silver strands of hair--not
graying silver but platinum blonde.  Beneath the locks of wavy hair dark
shadows begin to emerge. With a sigh I realize it will soon be time to visit
the ship's barber. At least the alteration of hair color is not against
regulation. These strains of hair had been altered since I entered medical
school. The dark brown of my youth made me look to human. I wanted to fit in
with the silvery haired people that resided on my chosen home. Even the
bronzed tan had lost its luster and was beginning to dull to my natural
coloring.

  

Lost in past thoughts I almost missed the com unit beep. I can't even recall
which beep awoke me from my reflections. "Hello," I call out.

 

"Lt. Chapel, we are nearing Exo III. The Captain wishes to know if you would
like to be on the bridge when we assume orbit." The song bird voice of. oh
yes Lt. Uhura harmonized throughout the room.

 

Trying hard to betray my heart I responded with an overjoyed affirmative.

 

Since my arrival on the Enterprise, a month past, I have been rushed between
duties and my conflicting thoughts of two men. One, I look at my ring, I
belong to. The other I could only wish to understand his heart. 

 

~-~

 

The trip to the bridge seemed forever. Crew got on and off the lift.
Finally, I stood on the lift alone with the second object of my affection;
he had entered on B- deck. His dark eyes and hair cause my heart to skip a
beat. Finally, the doors open to the bridge. The man that stood ahead of me
stepped back to allow me to exit first. All I could do was to offer a smile,
after all a Vulcan would not welcome a 'thank you'. As I exited I got the
feeling I was being watched. Not by the people in front but the man in the
back. No it was impossible a Vulcan would not gawk at a woman. 

 

Form the moment I stepped on the bridge, I felt my head spin in confusion. I
wanted my beloved Roger, but that Vulcan sat their in the corner of my eye.
His eyes looked strangely amiss. Seconds turned into minutes before I was
able to again think. It had been agreed I would go with the Captain. I was
to be reunited with Roger, perhaps then the spell this Vulcan held over me
would disappear. 

 

~-~

 

I couldn't believe it, my Roger gone. All that remained was the engrain of
his essence, in a prefect copy of his body. Every detail had been tended to;
even the small birthmark, just under his waistline, was there in exact
colorization and shape.  Yet it was not my Roger. I was horrified and numb.
How could I have felt the jealousy that raged through my body? There was
nothing to be jealous of; Andrea was like Roger, an Android. She was one of
his making though, when he was still flesh and bone. My mind wondered who
the woman was he recreated. What was she to him in the past? 

 

Before I left, the hurtful planet, I spun my ring until it left only a pale
mark on my finger where it once rested. As I walked out of the cavern with
the Captain and his Vulcan first officer, I let the fine piece of jewelry
pass through the web of my fingers. My love for Roger died there on that
planet. Perhaps somewhere in there his spirit still roamed the caverns. To
that person I returned the symbol of a broken promise. All I could do now
was to look ahead.

 

~-

 

Upon returning to the enterprise I only wished to go to my quarters and bury
my head under the pillows. That was not to be, however, duty required I file
my report on the exposition to find Roger and his party. Then there would be
the duty to his family, after all I am still his fiancée. Thus, I owe his
family the first communication of his death. 

 

As I sit in Dr. McCoy's office completing my report that certain Vulcan
enters with a tray. "I have noticed you have not eaten." 

 

He placed the tray on an empty section of the table. When he lifted the lid
I was surprised to see my favorite selections from the required food groups.
Not the replicated food, the replicators served but real food.  A bowl of
raspberry yogurt, wheat crackers with what looked to be egg salad on top,
small stick of celery with peanut butter and raisins, even a glass of what
smelled like raspberry ice tea. With a smile I couldn't help but to you the
human form of politeness, "Thank you, Mr. Spock."

 

Thought his brow lifted I saw a slight gleam in his eyes, "There is no need
for thanks. It was logical to see to your health." He appeared to shift
slightly, "You are a fine nurse." 

 

I smiled at him and then turned back to my report. Somehow in my inattention
I must have hit the wrong key, as my screen was blank. "Damn!" I cried. It
had been nearly complete. 

 

Spock moved to the computer, standing just behind me. "Let me help you. The
main system stores all files in two millisecond increments. Unless the main
system fails it is impossible to totally lose anything." His long fingers
danced over the buttons. His hot breath rushed against me delicate ear. 

 

Just the closeness of his body sent me into a tail spin of confusion.  Again
I was lost in thoughts that could not possibly be returned by him. Soon the
screen displayed my report. All left was to transfer it to a pad to be
signed by me and then the Captain.  Once I began the transfer I looked to
Spock, "If you will excuse me I have to contact Roger's family to tell them
of his death."

 

He nodded and backed away. With a graceful turn, I watched him leave the
office and the door shut behind him. After I no longer saw him, I returned
my thoughts to contacting the family of my dead fiancée. 

 

A familiar face came on the screen. I sat there in shock a moment before I
could bring myself to speak. "I am looking for the family of Roger Corby." 

 

The dark haired beauty that sat in front of the Vidscreen smiled at me, "I
am Mrs. Corby. My name is Andrea how can I help you." The sound of a young
child came to the screen. Then a boy no more then eleven showed a face so
like Roger's.

 

I sat there confused, almost wishing I had not dismissed Spock so easily.
Taking a deep breath I understood, or I thought I did. Andrea was his wife.
Our relationship had taken place on Alpha Centaurus IV; it was easy for
Roger to pretend he was not married. Since I never wanted to travel to Earth
with him, I never knew his visits included a wife and child.
Never-the-less, I had to inform her of Roger's death. "Yes of course, Mrs.
Corby, my name is Christine Chapel. I was a resident under Dr. Corby.." 

 

Before I could say another word she smiled, "Oh! Roger told me so much about
you. He thinks a great deal of your skills as a resident and thought you
would make a fine doctor."

 

Funny, I thought, he never once talked of YOU. "Yes, that was five years
ago. I left the program when I had a difference of option with the new head
physician. This is not a social call however, I fear I have bad news and
thought his family knew of it first hand." The small smile left my face. "I
am now a member of the USS Enterprise, we went to Exo III to investigate the
lack of communication between the landing party and the Federation. Roger
was found dead on EXO III." A tear came to my eye with the memory.

 

Andrea's eyes closed and her voice quivered as she again spoke, "Did he
suffer?"

 

I shock my head, after all what I saw of Roger was not suffering. "I do not
believe so. In fact I am sure his final thoughts were of you." I dare not
tell her of the android he created. He broke my heart that didn't give me
the right to break hers.  I really didn't want to, come to think of it. My
image of Corby had been crushed, why should I crush hers? Now, how to keep
my report out of her hands, and Captain Kirk's for that matter? "If you
want, I can send the Enterprise's report," after of course I manage to
doctor it if I can. 

 

My hand reached for the padd even before she made her reply of, "I would
like that." I couldn't help but to inwardly grimace when she added, "Next
time you're on Earth please stop by." 

 

"I don't get to Earth much but I will try." I smiled as I told the lie.
There was no way in hell I would go there. I didn't want to know any thing
more about her than I already did. Quickly, I said my good-byes and closed
the channel. 

 

I couldn't allow tears to be shed, not this time. I just sat there thinking.
Since weakness was not in my nature, I would be strong. Yes, I am emotional,
just as much as the next human female, but that is not a sign of weakness. 

 

I had to think fast on how to handle this. First, I suppose, a visit to
Captain Kirk would be in order. With that thought, I grabbed my padd and
lifted myself out of Leonard's chair. Each step I walked made my body feel
as it weighed a ton. The somberness in my mode no doubt would portray itself
in the canter of my walk. What seemed like forever only took a few minutes. 

 

Before I knew it I once again stood in front of the all mighty James T
Kirk's office. This time I was not being introduced and my credential
reviewed by both the Captain and CMO. However, I felt more nervous this time
then the last. I had to request permission to doctor an official document.
Just a few basic facts, I thought to myself, facts that harm no one but
Andrea Corby and her son. 

 

Slowly, my hand raised to the padd, which would announce my presence. I
waited for the sound of 'enter' and the doors to part. Once I stepped
through the threshold I felt my pulse racing.  How could I ask the Captain
to allow this? Would he allow this?

 

His warm smile caught me off guard, but then the two of us had been through
hell on Exo III. "Nurse Chapel, how can I help you?" 

 

"I.I came to request part of my statements in my log be stricken from the
record, as well as your own." When his face gave a more confused look, I
thought it best to explain before he gave an answer. "It seems my 'dear'
fiancé Roger was married to one Andrea Corby. The Android we saw was a
representation of her." I took a quick breath and continued before I lost my
nerve. "I found this out when I contacted the number left for next of kin.
It did not give a name and Roger never talked about his family much so I was
not aware.he was married."

 

I watched the Captain rise from his seat, "I am sorry Nurse Chapel." His
eyes showed more sympathy then his voice could convey. "Am I to assume, your
report list you as his fiancée?"

 

"Yes, I was hurt enough by this, it is not right his wife be hurt as well."
A tear came to my eye finally, "I was nothing more then a toy it seems." She
always wondered why he wanted a long engagement. 

 

"The person, if we term what remained of him as a person, seemed to have
genuine feelings for you." He offered softly. "But perhaps it would be for
the best to strike all but the facts. Relationships in this case, I presume,
would only complicate the matter." He pointed to my padd I had tucked away
between my chest and crossed arms. "That contains your report, correct?" 

 

"Yes it does." I replied as I handed it over to him. 

 

"Very well, I will have Yeoman Rand clean it up before I sign it." He set it
on his desk and looked at the stack of disks that pilled up in wait for him.
"If you will excuse me I have a great deal of other paper work to finish as
well."

 

"Aye, Sir." I said as I turned to leave. Maybe now I could go to my cabin to
rest. 

 

~-~

 

Upon arriving to the cabin I shared with the other nurses I felt strangely
alone. Normally, this time of day at least one of them would be sleeping.
But now no one was anywhere around.  

 

All the better, I felt. It would give me a chance to fall asleep without the
probing questions. But, when I sat on my bunk, I noticed a fresh white rose
upon my pillow, under it laid a note. Carefully, I brought the rose to my
nose and took in the sweet fragrance. After, my scenes filled with the
wonderful aroma, I picked up the note. I couldn't believe someone had taken
the time to hand scribe the short letter. 

 

The white rose is a thing of beauty. So innocent and pure-- how can I ever
find myself worth of such spender?  My heart is yours. 

 

TBC 

 


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