2014-03-12 13:51
logical_hobgoblin
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Spock is not pleased.
Pike is not pleased.
There might not be yelling, but the silence is deafening.
Spock has been decontaminated and taken out of the suit, but he's still locked behind an airtight barrier to ensure he's not still able to infect anyone else with whatever it is he came into contact with on the planet. So far, he's not exhibiting any symptoms, but it's unknown whether that's due to humanoid biology, or Vulcanoid biology, or because the virus is ineffectual in an oxygen atmosphere.
Despite all the people poking and prodding at him, he's still working away silently on his PADD, filling out reports. He might as well make use of his time.
Pike is not pleased.
There might not be yelling, but the silence is deafening.
Spock has been decontaminated and taken out of the suit, but he's still locked behind an airtight barrier to ensure he's not still able to infect anyone else with whatever it is he came into contact with on the planet. So far, he's not exhibiting any symptoms, but it's unknown whether that's due to humanoid biology, or Vulcanoid biology, or because the virus is ineffectual in an oxygen atmosphere.
Despite all the people poking and prodding at him, he's still working away silently on his PADD, filling out reports. He might as well make use of his time.
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His conference with Number One is brief but productive, and she's handling things just fine on her end. Once he's done with that, he has very little else to do but sit and observe Spock in the neighboring chamber.
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The Vulcan is looking distinctly more uncomfortable by the second, and it doesn't help that he can feel Pike's eyes on him, as illogical as such a sensation might be. It is likely that he will be reprimanded once he has been cleared, and he cannot say he is looking forward to it.
Dread is not something he's used to experiencing.
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Pike's tests have come back clear; he wasn't exposed to enough of the virus for it to be of major concern, it was the effects of being outside the evo-suit in that atmosphere that were the most worrying. But he's a tough old broad, it's going to take more than a thin atmosphere to knock him out.
As he's discharged, he stops in front of Spock's iso-chamber to address him. "You will report to my ready room immediately after you are released, cadet."
He doesn't even wait for a reply before he's left to go speak with Boyce in his office.
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8 tests and an hour later, Spock is finally given the all-clear and a round of antibiotics, just in case. That done, he heads to Pike's ready room, as instructed, PADD clasped behind his back and pride steeled for the beating it's undoubtedly about to take.
"Reporting as requested, sir."
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Spock will have to sit there until Pike thinks he's squirmed enough.
"Explain to me your actions on the shuttle."
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He thinks, perhaps, whatever satisfaction Pike derives from making him wait may go towards diminishing his foul mood. Or perhaps not.
The question is not unexpected, nor unusual, so Spock answers it easily enough: "I had been exposed to an unknown pathogen. I did not wish to risk infecting you or the others."
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And no, it doesn't help diminish his foul mood. If anything, it makes it worse.
"That doesn't mean your only other option is to fall on your sword, either. What exactly were you planning on doing if we kept you off the ship?"
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So simple, so logical, and completely devoid of emotion.
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"None of those were your calls to make," he says evenly. He knows raising his voice won't do anything, so now that his initial burst of anger is out, he won't bother with wasting more energy on it. "We have medical teams to assess you, science officers to study and synthesize the virus, and most importantly, commanding officers who have the dubious privilege of deciding who gets to live and who gets to die. You're a very smart cadet, Spock, and you'll make a good officer one day, but you're not the smartest, not the best. Not yet."
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"I did not know what effect it would have on human systems, nor on my own. It was possible it would be instantly fatal for your biological makeup."
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"Again, not your call. There is always an element of risk in what we do, and everyone on board this ship has accepted that. Everyone on board this ship has also sworn to help each other. You don't have to do things alone."
HA. SO RICH, COMING FROM PIKE.
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"Yes, sir." What else can he say? He has stated his logical assessment of the situation, and his commanding officer has decided he is wrong, even if logic states that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.
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He even reports that he has been reprimanded for his error in judgement without sounding the least bit spiteful.
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The next morning, Spock will have a message from the captain asking if he's free for dinner that evening.
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So, Spock promptly shows up outside Pike's quarters at 1800 and sounds the chime.
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Pike's quarters are spartan, at best. There's very little that's personal, aside from a picture from on his desk of himself, Robert and Sarah April, and Boyce seated at a table and smiling. There's also a line of small crystals - memory crystals - on a shelf, but they're all switched off at the moment, their memories locked safely inside. That's really the only way to tell this is even his cabin.
The captain himself is sitting as his desk but rises as soon as Spock enters in greeting.
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"Captain," Spock greets, just as formal as he's always been, "It is 1800. I have arrived for our dinner arrangement."
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He gestures towards a particular seat on the other side of his desk, one that, on a casual glance, is exactly the same as any other chair. But there are subtle differences, and Pike is absolutely sure that Spock will be able to spot what exactly makes that chair so special.
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Spock eyes it, somewhat stunned, but he collects himself quickly enough and seats himself in it, no longer perching on the edge. No, he sits in it fully, letting his back rest against the chair comfortably. "I did not expect you to take such initiative. Thank you."
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"It'll be installed in the science lab first thing in the morning. Unless there's somewhere else on the ship you'd rather have it?" He really doesn't think there would be, but it's Spock's chair, he gets the final call.
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"I went through the ship's stores, but it doesn't seem as if we have too many Vulcan dishes programmed in, so I hope the food isn't too disappointing." He did, however, make sure to get only vegetarian things for Spock. Pike will be enjoying his replicated steak very much. "Is the Academy any better?"