Christine Chapel had come to the conclusion that she had nothing to lose by making a play for Spock. After all, she was a woman with needs and Spock was a man, well half a man, and that half was bound to have needs as well, right? She always came to that part and worried a little. No, she told herself, this plan would work. No man could resist it, not even half a man. She had come to this decision after watching countless couples pair off over the last 6 months of the Enterprises mission. The captain and yeoman Rand, McCoy and that little brunette from engineering, Chekov and that redhead from communications, the captain and the leader of the Indian tribe on the last planet, the captain and that blond from engineering, the captain and...the list went on and on. Oh, sure, she had paired up with the Doctor once; it was what everyone expected them to do, working so close to each other. She knew that McCoy was head over heals for her but she had her eye on Spock, and nothing could get in the way of that. When she and the doctor had coupled for the first time, it was all she could do not to cry Spocks name into the Doctors shoulder as his pounding cock brought her to climax.
Remembering the image as she came, of Spock looking down on her instead of the Doctor, of Spock panting her name over and over, made her hand tremble and the hypo spray she was loading dropped from it onto the table. She quickly picked it up and
glanced towards where McCoy sat, doing computations on the sickbay computer. He was engrossed in what he was doing and Christine decided now was the time. She nonchalantly picked up another hypo spray and walked over to the large cabinet beside
McCoy, keeping an eye on him as she did so. His eyes never left the screen as she picked up a spray of vendrimine and phalamine and loaded both of them into the empty hypo. Walking back to the desk where she had been working, she palmed the hypo into the belt at her waist and returned to what she had been working on. She couldn't help but smile at what she had planned for later that evening.
At 1900 hours, she was waiting around the corner from Spock's cabin, gathering her courage for what she was about to do. It had taken her a few days of careful planning to get everything ready and to make sure she knew where Spock would be. She knew
that at that very moment he was on deck 6, walking down the hallway to his cabin. When she first thought things through, she had thought that the plan would have worked better if she was already in his cabin, but that would have meant breaking in, and with Spocks telepathic capabilities, she figured he might sense her waiting inside and call security. No, if she went in afterwards and the plan failed and he rejected her, she would turn, admit defeat and slink back to her quarters alone. She knew Spock was too much of a gentleman to ever say anything to anyone else about what she had done, that was one of the reasons she had decide to try in the first place. She really had nothing to lose by trying. She heard his footsteps approach from down the hall and she had a panicked thought that he might be able to sense she was there. No, she was too far away for
him to pick up on her thoughts, she knew. She had calculated everything out to the t. She heard the door to his cabin swoosh open and then swoosh closed. Give him a minute to relax and change out of his uniform and then she would act. The minutes ticked by, more then she meant to wait, but she was stalling.... she finally shook herself and resolutely walked to the door, and pressed the intercom.
"Come in" she heard Spock's voice, and the door opened. He was sitting on the edge of a chair with his Vulcan musical instrument in hand. She never could remember the name of the thing; she only wished that Spock would someday touch her as he caressed the strings of it. He looked up as she entered and waited patiently for her to explain her presence.
"Spock. Hi. Um...I wanted to talk to you about something." Hell, where was her courage now?
"Yes, nurse? What is it?" A tiny spark lit in her head. She had asked him a thousand times to call her Christine and she told him so, a little peeved. His eyebrow rose in response, but she continued with her speech.
"Well, Spock, the Doctor was reading up on Vulcan diseases and he discovered a few that we should inoculate you for. He sent me to give you the injections before you retire tonight." Now his eyebrow was raised and his head tilted in a questioning gesture. She saw that he was about to argue and she stumbled ahead.
"Yes...yes, you could have come down to sickbay to do it, but he wasn't sure how you would be feeling, and if you would be alright to make it back to your cabin." When she had rehearsed it in her mind, it had sounded totally convincing, but now it just sounded like an excuse to be in his cabin. Well, she didn't care. She looked at him closely for the first time upon entering and she allowed her heart a small leap of joy. He had changed into traditional Vulcan attire, and the deep shiny purple of the material looked amazingly good next to his skin. His cabin smelled of him, it was a clean, sharp smell and she
wished she could bury her face in his neck and take in the full scent. His words broke her out of her reverie.
"Alright, Christine. I am ready for the injection." He stated as he watched her closely.
She gulped and moved closer, positioning the hypo spray near his neck. She thought she would feel triumphant at this moment, but all she could think about was how she was tricking the man she loved and how much of a horrible person she was, but she couldn't stop now. Her hand was in place and her thumb was on the release button, about to push down and inject Spock with the drug inside when suddenly his hand was gripping her arm and she jumped.
"Christine." He breathed. She looked at him and saw something strange in his eyes. "Christine" he said again. "Why are you doing this?"
She knew she was caught. Don't panic, she thought, as she tried to bullshit her way out. "I told you, McCoy thought you needed a shot. If you don't want it, I could just tell him that you decided against it." and she tried to pull her arm out of his grasp.
