Star Trek Reader Inserts

Uncertain- S'chn T'gai Spock

You never liked the Academy, but after your sister got married and your mom suddenly wanted you out, meeting men, you didn't have much of a choice to not enter. It was either enter or go on blind dates with every man your sister and brother-in-law set their eyes on. As well as endure the constant nagging of your mother, bless her.

You rolled your eyes for probably the hundredth time today. And it's not even yet noon. As punishment for your misconduct on the last ship you were on, you were sent back to the Academy to learn how to take orders without throwing testing equipment at your commanding officers. You didn't think you deserved to be sent back, but that's not what the gash on Commander Ledescky's forehead said.

A bell sounded and you did your best to not let out a cry of happiness. It's lunch time and that means food. So far food has been the only friend you have had these past few months, seeing as how all your few friends were back in space. At least you aren't eating ship food. Might as well savor the small victories. Suddenly your train of thought was interrupted by your body colliding heavily with a hard surface. You let out a cry, flailing your arms about, hoping to balance yourself or at least bring something with you on the way down. You ended up succeeding in the later. You let out a humph as the hard form landed on top of you, completely covering your small form.

You lay still as you got a good look at the heavy form that landed on you got up gracefully. Your eyes widened. What a gorgeous form this man has, that's for sure. You were about to let him have it when he stood to his full height, extended his hand to you and let the most beautiful voice fall from his mouth.

"Pardon me. I believe I was not fully in my right mind." Silently, you took his hand and let him swiftly pull you up to stand in front of him. It seems that whatever this man was about to say next died on his lips as he truly got a good look at you. You clear your throat and watch as his chocolate brown eyes snap to your dazzlingly (e/c) eyes. He bowed this time, only slightly, but enough to render a blush to cover your face.

"I must apologize again. You are a most stunning woman. How can it be that you are not already attached?" His eyes never wavering from yours.

You blink in surprise. "And what give the impression that I am not already attached?" You crossed your arms, not wanting him to get another good look at your bare ring finger. But it seems he already got that far.

"You do not possess the band of metal with a gem that most women wear when engaged or otherwise married."

"Well, what if I just had a boyfriend." You countered, not liking your relationship status thrown in your face by a mere stranger.

"If you were, in fact, attached by solely romantic ties to a man, you would have appropriate attire to signify that attachment. Such as a beautiful article of clothing or a piece of jewelry."

You narrowed your eyes and took a meaningful step back from this entirely frustrating man. He seems more robot than man, to be honest. He looked at you as if he had just recited the whole Shakespeare play of Romeo and Juliet, as if I should be proud of him of his deductive findings.

"And so, therefore, you think me a trophy to be displayed or a canvas to hold his trinkets?" You didn't mean for it to come out so harshly, but you couldn't help but watch as he flinched, just the slightest.

"Forgive me, that was not my intention when I made my observance known. I was merely proving to you why I knew you to be unattached. For if I had been romantically attached to you I would be sure the whole male population knew to whom you were attached to."

You blinked. What in the world? He is worse than your mother. You have not met him for more than an hour and he has already imagined you together. And you don't even know his name!

The man, whom you have now concluded is no man but a robot with pointy eyebrows and ears, now looked at you with slight concern. "Have I offended you? I seem to be doing that consecutively as of late."

You shook your head slightly. "And I take it that is a surprise to you? That you don't usually find making a fool of yourself a natural occurrence in your life?"

You could have sworn one side of his mouth turned up in a ghost of a smirk, but it was gone as soon as it came. "No, not usually."

Now it was your turn to smirk. "No? And to what do I owe the pleasure of gaining such a performance from you and for only knowing you for such a short period of time? You being a stranger and all doesn't help your case either." You couldn't help but crack a smile, you were finding it a lot of fun mocking the way he was talking.

The robot man stood a bit more at ease when you flashed your smile that he placed his hands behind his back, looking at you with more of a quizzical look. "For that, I am uncertain." Then he seemed to remember himself and he bowed again. "I am Spock, Vulcan and Second in Command of the Starship Enterprise. Let me ask for your forgiveness in colliding with you and for harshly judging you."

Vulcan. You have heard of them but never met one before. And the Enterprise...You make sure to keep that name memorized in hopes of getting stationed there. You stand there looking at him when you suddenly remember that he was now waiting for you to introduce yourself. You clear your throat and bob your head in hopes it looked somewhat respectful.

"I am Officer (Y/n) (Y/l/n). I am on shore leave for behavioral reasons and I have yet to be assigned to a new ship." You know exactly why you lied and told him that last part. You were starting to like this Spock character, maybe your mother can be proud of you yet.

"I am pleased to have been aquatinted. And I am sorry to hear you are currently unassigned. Might I suggest we meet again that I might get your records in hopes of transferring you to the Enterprise, should there not be a ship you have already applied for." At this, you smirked again. Now you really liked this Vulcan. "For Starfleet regulation procedure of course."

"Oh, of course. Tomorrow?"

"East wing, by the loading bays. There is a small bar from which I would be honored to buy you a drink. I hear their alcohol beverages are said to be desirable."

"Sounds like a date." And with that you smiled a real smile, curtsied and confidently walked to who knows where, knowing full well that that Vulcan was watching you leave with some kind of smirk on his lips.

So maybe the Academy was a good idea.