spock: logic is sexy

Ten characters meme

I'm going to go clean my apartment, but this will be something fun to look forward to when I get back. Borrowed from possibly_thrice.

1. I have made a secret list of ten characters.

2. 2. You choose however many of those you like and ask me a question about them. Examples: "What happens when 5 and 9 are forced to take care of a baby?" or "1, 4, and 8 walk into a bar. What happens next?" or "What does 3 do when s/he finds out that 10 is pregnant with 7's child?" You get the idea. :D

3. I tell you about these scenarios!


Happy asking!
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In a rush, so.... what happens when:

10 and 1 go drinking together?
2 and 8 find themselves on opposite sides of a conflict?
6 and 3 are locked in a cell together?
7 and 4 fall in love?
9 and 5 have to work together on something?
10 and 1 go drinking together - Number One and Spock -1/2
One stares at Spock impassively over the three dead bodies lying on the transporter pad. He steps neatly around them and stands directly in front of her, body pulled tight in a picture-perfect posture of attention.

"Commander, Ensigns Thoreau, Jimenez, and Valentin asphyxiated before I was able to free them from the cave. I submit myself for disciplinary action."

His hair is disheveled and flecked with gray dust. A cut on his cheek drips green blood; his hands are flecked with cuts and scratches, the fingernails worn down to the quick.

"You were injured in the cave-in as well."

"Not seriously, and my tolerance for oxygen deprivation is much higher than a human's."

One hears the unspoken words: so I should have been able to free them. Even from five tons of fallen rocks.

"Dr. Boyce, scan him with your tricorder please."

She doesn't think his wounds are life-threatening, and she'd like to talk to him now if possible. But in his present condition, she cannot depend on him to tell her the truth about his injuries.

"Cuts and contusions," Boyce says. "Nothing I can't patch up in ten minutes. You are a lucky young man."

One suppresses a snort; no one who comes back with a dead team is lucky.

"I'll speak to you in the ready room immediately, Mr. Spock."

Spock starts out the door, and she follows after him, but Boyce holds her back with a hand on her shoulder.

"One, you can't be serious. He might be Vulcan, but he's just a boy. He couldn't possibly have hoped to save them."

She presses her lips into a thin, flat line. People call her unfeeling, but Phil should know better by now.

"I know that," she says gently. "I just need him to know it too."

She steps out before Phil has a chance to respond; she knows she isn't unfeeling, but she doesn't care to watch her crew gape over her sentimentality.

Spock is sitting in front of the desk in the ready room when she arrives, even more ramrod straight than usual, if that's even possible. She looks into his eyes when she sits down in front of him. They look blank, which is very different from his usual Vulcan serenity, though she suspects she's the only one on the ship who could tell the difference.

She bends down to open the bottom desk drawer. The ready room might be hers on loan while Pike is on shore leave, but she knows where he keeps the good stuff. She notes with relief that the bottle is still more than half full; neither of them had needed to drink to fallen comrades in a long time. She deposits it on the polished surface of the desk with a faint clink and fills two glasses.

Spock raises an eyebrow a fraction of a centimeter.

"Human custom, Lieutenant."

"Commander, neither of us are human."

For Spock, that statement is only half true, but she lets it slide.

"Infinite diversity in infinite combination, Mr. Spock."

She raises her glass.

"To fallen comrades."

Spock clinks his glass against hers, following the human custom. A diplomat's child. He drains his glass in a single elegant swallow, and she wonders if he had learned that from a childhood in the diplomatic corps too, or if it was a souvenir of a rebellious phase he no longer acknowledges.

One by one, he lays the ID's of the three fallen ensigns on the desk in front of her. She hadn't seen him retrieve them from the bodies in the transporter room; he must have done it in the cave, when it became obvious that the rescue was too late.

"As I stated, Commander, I submit myself for disciplinary action."

He holds her gaze, refusing to allow her to look away. The intensity in his eyes is almost a dare: I dare you not to punish me.
Re: 10 and 1 go drinking together - Number One and Spock -2/2
"Shall I be court-martialed along with you, Mr. Spock?"

"Certainly not, Commander. It was impossible for you to anticipate the cave-in, therefore you ought not be held responsible for its consequences."

"The transporter chief, then?"

"It is not appropriate for me to make disciplinary decisions for the rest of the crew."

"By which you mean no."

He nods his assent, but she presses on.

"Tell me why not."

"Chief Whittaker was unable to beam us out without adequate sensor data, which took time to obtain."

"Then perhaps Ensign Tyler. He didn't supply the sensor data quickly enough."

"The minerals in the rock made ordinary scans impossible. That he was able to compensate for the high concentration of iridium is an achievement."

"In other words, no one can be logically blamed for failing to do the impossible."

She pauses to let her words sink in. It's tempting to hammer home that Spock can hardly be blamed for failing to shift several tons of rock, but this is not a debate round. He understands her, but she'll spare him the pain of admitting that there was nothing he could do. Sometimes taking blame is easier than admitting a complete lack of control over the injustices of the universe. She knows that from her own experience on the opposite side of this desk.

She picks up the three ID cards arrayed on the desk. The graduation years are not very different from Spock's.

"Did you know them? At the Academy?"

"I was teaching assistant for Lieutenant Valentin's first year Vulcan linguistics class. We conferred about her thesis by subspace transmission after my graduation."

She slides the cards carefully into the desk drawer and types a quick message for Yeoman Colt to retrieve their parents' contact information.

"There will be no disciplinary action, Mr. Spock. I grieve with thee."
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