The Command Student

Spock sat by the hidden fountain. It was his favourite place. Admiral Ling, an amateur gardening enthusiast, who had been the first Commander of Starfleet Academy, had transplanted the weeping willows from Earth. Spock, in his research, had discovered that footnote and other interesting details about the way these humans, the majority of them Terrans, had brought reminders of home when they had colonised the planet and built the Academy and Starbase 7.

On Vulcan, Amanda had done the same. She had cultivated little patches of Terra in her garden. Only the hardiest of plants had survived in the arid Vulcan soil with the aid of an ingenious recycled watering system whose effectiveness Spock, as a gift for his mother's birthday, had improved. Amanda took pleasure in seeing her native flowers and herbs thrive. In his mind's eye, Spock could see her watering her favourite plants and a pang of homesickness caused him a moment of pain. He clamped down on it and focussed on the soothing murmur of the fountain.

His first months at the Academy had been intriguing. While the majority of his lectures had been of interest, some were illogical and he did not understand why they were included in the curriculum. He had little trouble with his studies and finally, missing the challenge of his sub-dimensional warp physics project, he had resolved to approach Professor Solberg. Their relationship was a strained one but Spock recognised the man's undoubted brilliance and when he made the effort to communicate, Solberg met him half way. To Spock's well-concealed delight he was able to discuss his theory with someone capable of understanding it and with the power to approve its research.

The attitudes of some of Spock's other teachers were not so tolerant. It was discernible in a more emotional way than his Vulcan tutors had ever shown but it was all too familiar. Commander Woolf's resentment was the deepest of all. He was hard on all the class but persisted in picking Spock out for special instruction in various physical exercises. After Spock had successfully carried them out, the human would invariably become enraged. Spock had learned to tune out the man's ugly emotion but afterwards, in the showers, the antagonism of other students towards Woolf was more difficult to exclude. He was unsure why they supported him against their teacher but believed it concerned their sense of fairness. Humans were truly a fascinating species.

The sound of someone approaching in a hurried manner interrupted his musing. Before he could stand, a figure came crashing through the trees and flung itself down on the grass. Soft weeping reached Spock's ears and he sidled back as if to escape from the rawness of the intruder's emotions. "Damn! Damn!" a husky male voice whispered.

Spock swallowed. What was he to do? This human was broadcasting acute distress and it pained him. "Pardon me. Are you hurt?" It was all he could think of to say.

The boy gasped and looked up, shock adding to the myriad of emotions pouring from him. "What are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

"I was taking advantage of the solitude of this place," Spock replied. He recognised the other as one of the command students who had recently begun taking courses in the science faculty but did not know his name. He was not in any of Spock's classes.

The human took a deep breath. "Did I startle you?"

"Negative," Spock's reply was curt. He wished the boy would leave. Spock needed the quiet and the human was disturbing him.

The boy wiped the tears from his cheeks and settled into a cross-legged position on the grass. "I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry. I've had a really bad day."

"Indeed?"

The human pushed his tangled blond hair from his forehead. "The air is so good here. Is this where you disappear to?"

"I do not disappear. The park is free for all to experience." Spock prevented a frown from showing on his face. What did the human mean?

"Sure, it is. It's nice here." The human chewed at his lip. "I suppose I'd better get back to my work. It's just so damn impossible. Dr Marcel expects too much from us. Statistical mechanics is so boring, and as for temporal physics! I just can't do it. I'm no scientist."

"Is that the reason for your distress?" Spock asked.

"Yes. I don't see why I need to learn these subjects in so much detail. When I'm a starship captain, I'll have specialists under my command."

"It is essential for a starship captain to have an adequate knowledge of the sciences. If, in an emergency situation, no-one from his science department was available, it would be necessary to rely on his own ability."

The boy's eyes widened and Spock read the sudden realisation in their depths. "I guess you're right. I hadn't thought of it that way." He smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Jim Kirk."

Spock lifted his chin. "My name is Spock. Vulcans do not shake hands."

Jim Kirk flushed. "Oh, I forgot. You're a telepath. I heard about you and the wolfman." He lowered his hand. "It's the talk of the campus."

"I beg your pardon?" Spock asked, confused.

"How you threw Woolf halfway across the gymnasium. That was wild. I heard he was furious." Kirk laughed. "First time I was on the mat with him he held me down until my arm almost broke. Damn bully."

"Why is such a person permitted to teach?" Spock asked. Such abuse of the young was unknown on Vulcan.

"There are always one or two. Most of them are okay." Kirk shrugged. "I guess I'd better get back to the grind."

Spock sensed some kind of pain behind those words. Temporal Physics was an interest of his. He opened his mouth on the verge of offering to tutor Kirk then realised just what close proximity might be involved with such a task. He bit back the words.

Kirk stood up and wiped some blades of grass from his trousers. "Goodbye, Mr Spock. Thanks for talking to me."

Before Spock could even raise an eyebrow the human had sprinted away and was lost to sight. What a peculiar encounter! Kirk had spoken with him in such a relaxed manner with none of the apprehension shown by everyone else. A most unusual person.

***

The science faculty meeting was heated.

"He's an arrogant son of a bitch," Dr Wang said. "Thinks he knows more than everyone else. It's impossible to be his advisor. He just sits there looking down his nose at me."

"He does know more than some of us," Professor Solberg replied. "And that is the crux of the problem." He faced Commander Dubois. She was a former student of his who had risen to the highest level. He was very proud of her. "Helene, the people here are used to the best youngsters in the Federation but this boy's mind works on another level. There's bound to be resentment. But you have to remember that he is a Vulcan. You all know how long Starfleet have wanted a Vulcan here. He is the trail-blazer we needed and he's the brightest student I've ever taught."

Dubois smiled at that remark and Solberg chuckled then added. "Yes, he's even smarter than you were."

"Well, Professor, we need the brightest and the best and we want Vulcans here," Dubois answered. "I just hope the problems are not impossible to overcome. Vulcans are still very much a mystery to most of us."

"It just needs time," Solberg insisted. "What Lee calls arrogance is just the boy's manner. They're all like that. Dignified but cold and emotionless. If we can learn to understand him and help him fit in we'll be doing Starfleet a service. Vulcans are the smartest scientists in the galaxy. Just think for a minute. This boy is already an A6 computer expert. He wants to be a starship science officer. Can you imagine the rivalry amongst the captains for him? If he succeeds more of his people will follow. That can only be good for us, for the fleet and for the Federation."

"But how do we teach him?" Wang asked.

"Forget your egos. Work with him as I'm trying to do," Solberg advised. "See what a find we have in this boy. He's going to make discoveries that'll set the galaxy alight."

Commander Dubois smiled at Solberg with affection. "My old mentor is an excellent judge of character. I'm willing to be guided by him on this. Also there are the politics of the situation. If Cadet Spock does not succeed here, then we may never get another opportunity at integrating a Vulcan into the fleet. I've heard from good authority that the boy has caused a major row on his home world. This has got to work."

Professor LLan Warr, the Deltan astronomer, spoke, "My people and his share common ground. But as we welcome emotions, they repress them. This we accept but in the United Federation of Planets, too much violence remains and many are still prejudiced against those whom they do not understand. I believe those to be reasons why Vulcans have avoided joining Starfleet. I concur with Professor Solberg. Spock is a brilliant student but he is unsure of himself. He must be encouraged to achieve his potential."

"He's virtually a recluse," Dr Masuku said. She had been asked to sit in on the discussion in her capacity as Academy psychologist. "He sits by himself at meals. He spends hours alone in his room or doing research in the lab. I have never seen him socialising with the other students and I've been told that he rarely speaks to them."

LLan Warr shook his head. "You humans have been out in space for a long time but you still judge others by your own standards. The boy's psi-ability is unknown because the tests cannot assess the Vulcan brain. He's reported nausea and pain brought on by close contact with others. He's very young, isolated and surrounded by those who continually broadcast emotions. All telepathic races have some kind of shield against just this problem but do we know if his are fully developed? If not can you imagine what it must be like for him in the rec-area? That is probably why he does not go there. We do not know what circumstances led him to leave such a tradition bound culture but I would be willing to bet, as humans say, that his psi training is incomplete.

Masuku rubbed her forehead. "I'm no expert on alien psychology," she said. "Maybe you'd better deal with him."

"He does needs another mentor," Solberg said. "Dr Wang is out of his depth. I think LLan is the ideal choice."

LLan Warr stared at him with a penetrating gaze that reminded him of Spock's. "You're concerned for the boy."

"Yes, I am. I don't want the Academy to lose him."

"Very well," the Deltan replied, "if Dr Wang and Commander Dubois agree."

Wang nodded. "You're welcome to him."

Solberg knew that LLan Warr was one of the ablest teachers on the faculty and possibly the only one able to even remotely understand Spock. He was pleased at the choice.

"I want you, Professor Solberg, to have regular meetings with all of his lecturers concerning Spock's extra work load," Dubois said. "I believe he's already approaching final year standards in all his science and mathematics subjects and in some areas is beyond even that. Still the faculty has tailored courses before and we can do it again."

Solberg laughed. "Nothing like this, but it's imperative that we must."

"My concern is his lack of social skills," Dr Masuku said. "How will he cope on a starship? His reactions to non-scientific subjects like first aid or group leadership should be of interest."

"The first thing to do is arrange for him to socialise on a small scale," LLan Warr said. "Once he can manage that then he can progress to larger gatherings."

"Good idea," Solberg said. "LLan, I appreciate your insight into this."

The Deltan smiled. "I don't know how much help I can be to him or what he will permit but I can but attempt it."

"All right. Now let's sort out our young genius's course work."

***

The mixed group of male science and command students were heading back to the campus after a long day on the assault course. Spock jogged up the incline at a steady pace. In his mind he worked out formulas required for his physics project and consigned them to memory. Behind him, amongst the humans who sweated and grumbled was the boy Spock had met at the fountain.

"Move," Woolf yelled as they struggled to keep up with him. "Don't slack. Come on. We're almost back. You scientists spend too much time over your computers. Get those muscles working. God, even you command types are wimps. Are there no real men amongst you?"

Spock's muscles adjusted to the changing terrain as the others lagged further behind. Woolf was beginning to breathe heavily as he fought to remain near the Vulcan. Although peripherally aware of the instructor, Spock paid him no attention and did not see, until too late, the foot that shot out to trip him. He lost his balance, tumbled to the ground, but his reflexes took over and prevented his slide down the slope. Within seconds he was on his feet again, his only injuries an ankle that would bruise and scraped hands.

"Clumsy," Woolf sneered. "Tripped over your own big feet?"

The panting youngsters were staring at them with curiosity. Spock tightened his shields against them and faced the older man. "With respect, sir. It was your foot which caused my fall."

Woolf coloured. "Are you accusing me of tripping you, Vulcan?"

Spock almost retreated from the other's venom. "I merely state the facts, sir. However, I am at a loss as to your motivation."

Woolf was speechless.

Jim Kirk moved over to Spock's side. "We saw you trip Mr Spock up, sir," he said to Woolf. He was polite but there was determination and steel in his tone.

The instructor reddened further and clenched his fists by his sides.

Spock raised a startled brow as Kirk looked at him and asked, "Are you all right?"

"Affirmative," Spock replied, mesmerised by the concern in those large expressive eyes.

Kirk nodded and returned his attention to the instructor, seeming to fix the man with his gaze as he said, "I assume it was an accident, sir, but any further incident might be construed as deliberate hostility towards a citizen of a founder member planet of the Federation."

There were gasps from the onlookers and Spock, himself, had difficulty in maintaining his outward show of calm. Kirk's demeanour was so different from the other evening. His command poise was uncanny in one so young and despite being a head shorter than Woolf it was obvious that Kirk was the dominant of the two.

"A little horseplay, Kirk," Woolf managed to say. "All right let's return to the campus."

Kirk's smile radiated danger. Even Spock could see it although he was unable to ascertain how he knew. As Woolf began to run ahead, ignoring them, Kirk asked, "May I accompany you, Spock?"

"Affirmative, " Spock responded.

He measured his pace to the sweating human's and as they ran side by side, Spock glanced sideways and was surprised to make eye contact with Kirk. As if caught showing emotion, Spock tore his gaze away. Behind them the rest of the group stumbled along, muttering darkly about the instructor and his impossible goals.

Spock wondered why Kirk had defended him and furthermore the reasons for Woolf backing down from a confrontation with a student who was smaller and lighter than himself. Yet Kirk's manner had demanded it and Spock realised that this boy, one day, would become a starship captain. It was not logical but something told him that it was Kirk's destiny.

On arrival at the gymnasium complex, Woolf looked over the exhausted cadets. "Well, I've never in my life seen a sorrier bunch. Even the administration girls are tougher. What is it with you kids? You've got to do better. Have you anything to say about your pathetic performance?"

Spock raised an eyebrow. "Sir, it is illogical to make that comparison."

"What!" Woolf exclaimed. "What d'you mean, Cadet Spock? I sure didn't mean you anyhow. You led all the way and haven't even broken sweat."

"Human and non-human females take exercise courses tailored for their particular physiques. It does not make them inferior only different. There are also some races where the female is stronger than a human male. Amongst any group an individual will have his or her own skills and all are of value. That is diversity, sir, and its importance cannot be overstated."

Spock became aware of his companions' shock. He wondered if he had been too candid. He recalled his mother's warnings about humans not liking to hear the truth. Woolf's mouth was open and his eyes were almost bulging.

"Touché," came a voice from the sidelines. Professor LLan Warr stood there, his eyes full of mirth. "Don't try to argue with a Vulcan, Commander. He'll tie you up with logic every time."

Woolf cleared his throat. "Logic is for mathematicians, Professor. It won't keep these kids alive when Klingons attack them."

"Sometimes, logic can save as many lives as physical prowess or banks of phasers," LLan Warr replied. "Emotional reactions can get you killed."

Woolf sneered. "Cadets, dismissed," he barked and turned away.

The Deltan smiled. "Commander Woolf and I are old adversaries. Mr Spock, I believe you are late for our meeting."

"I ask pardon, sir," Spock said. "The assault course took longer than expected."

"More than two hours longer. I'll speak to the Commander. Your schedules must keep to time if possible. Will this evening at 20:00 hours be suitable."

"Affirmative, sir."

LLan Warr nodded then glanced over the group. "Go on, cadets. Shower and relax now. I need you to be rested for your lecture tomorrow morning."

As the group walked towards the shower rooms, Spock moved away. He was not inclined to be amongst so many boisterous humans and needed to be alone.

Kirk's voice stopped him. "Hey, Mr Spock. Aren't you coming with us?"

He turned around to face the human. "If you will excuse me, I have studies which need to be finished as soon as possible."

Kirk shrugged. "Okay." He hesitated, glanced at some of the others then added, "You were brave to stand up to Woolf."

"I was merely pointing out the illogic of his statements."

"He doesn't like you. I don't trust him. Be careful around him." Kirk did not avert his gaze.

"He is an instructor at the Academy. His character will have been checked."

Kirk chuckled mirthlessly. "He's good at hiding it to the other teachers but he's a xenophobe, a misogynist and a bully. He's not the only one, only the most obvious."

"Thank you for your warning, Cadet Kirk. Now if you will excuse me."

Kirk nodded. "I'll be in the mess hall with some friends around 18:00. Won't you join us?"

Spock tilted his head to one side. "I do not know. I cannot predict the time required to complete my work."

"Well, if you can make it, I'll see you then," Kirk replied. He grinned before joining the others going into the shower rooms.

Spock returned to his quarters to shower then sat down at his computer but he could not concentrate. His mind played back the odd events concerning Commander Woolf and Kirk. The instructor was one of the most unpleasant people Spock had ever met but was Kirk correct about him? Certainly Woolf had deliberately tripped Spock; an act which could have caused injury. Kirk, however, was an enigma. Immature one moment, calling on command presence the next. Standing up to Woolf himself yet warning Spock about doing the same. Inviting Spock to dine with him and treating him with a respectful friendliness.

Meditation was the only answer to his confusion and seating himself on the floor, facing the red drapes he had recently hung across the room's alcove, he descended into the soothing discipline so vital for his peace of mind.

***

Jim Kirk toyed with his coffee, glanced at the chronometer again and sighed. It was 19:30. He had been almost sure that the Vulcan had accepted his invitation to join them. Yet, maybe he had imagined it. Spock was a loner, only emerging for meals, lectures and work in the labs but occasionally he could be seen walking in the grounds and there was the time Kirk had found him at the fountain. The Vulcan was fascinating and Kirk wanted to get to know him.

The fountain! He stood up. "I'll see you later."

"More studying?" asked Janice Lester with a seductive smile.

Kirk ignored her attempts to attract him. "I'll maybe meet you in the rec-area later. It depends on how well I get on with my work."

Janice sighed. "You study too much, Jim. It's time you loosened up."

"I don't find the work as easy as you do, Janice," Kirk replied.

"Even so, you'll get better grades because you're a male," she snapped, in a sudden shift of mood. She tossed her auburn hair aside. "Starfleet is a boy's only club."

"That's nonsense. There's no way the examiners can tell a student's gender," Carol Marcus intervened. "We've come a long way since the last wars and there are only a few areas that women aren't qualified for as yet. It'll happen as soon as more of us gain seniority in the field. Captain Pike has the constitution class starship Enterprise and a woman is his first officer. One day she'll get her own ship. It's inevitable."

It was an old argument. Kirk left them to it and went to find Spock. As he had suspected, the Vulcan stood by the fountain watching the water trickle down into the pool. He seemed mesmerised and Kirk approached quietly so as not to disturb him. After a few moments, Spock turned round. He seemed startled on seeing he was not alone but it was only a momentary impression and Kirk dismissed it as his own overactive imagination.

"May I?" Kirk asked, pointing to the nearby bench.

Spock clasped his hands behind his back and nodded.

Kirk sat and stared at the gurgling fountain. "It's peaceful here. Is that why you like it?"

Spock shifted a little. "There is little surface water on Vulcan."

"Yeah, I've seen holos of your planet. It looks beautiful but uncomfortably hot for humans. Have you ever been to Earth?"

"I have never visited Earth."

"Too bad. You'd like it."

Spock raised an eyebrow in a gesture Kirk had seen him make quite often. What did it mean? The Vulcan returned to his contemplation of the fountain and Kirk remained silent, sensing the other's wish not to communicate further. Yet he didn't feel that he was intruding so he stared up at the display of stars - one of his favourite occupations - until disturbed by Spock's movement.

"If you will excuse me, I have an appointment," the Vulcan said.

Kirk smiled. "Sure. LLan Warr is okay. He helped me a lot last year."

Spock bowed his head. "Good evening," he said politely then walked away.

"Goodbye, Spock," Kirk called after him.

The Vulcan looked back over his shoulder and seemed about to speak but he must have changed his mind for he continued on and was soon lost to sight.

Kirk stretched. For some reason he was comfortable around the Vulcan and he wondered why. Spock made the others nervous, overawed or just plain jealous. Kirk shrugged. He loved being amongst aliens. Their differences intrigued him and there was so much to learn about their cultures. One day when out in space he would work with them; maybe he would serve with Spock. He would meet new species and bring them into the Federation.

He halted his excited thoughts. It was all a wonderful dream but the future was full of unknowns. The first stage was to get through his final years at the Academy and to do that he would need extra tuition in his weaker subjects. With a sigh he stood up. He was behind in his cosmo-chemistry course and couldn't afford to let it slide further. Without a backward glance he headed for the library and several hours of study.

Mentor

Professor LLan Warr was in a small office at the observatory. He looked up from his computer and waved Spock to a seat. "You're punctual as usual."

Spock clasped his hands together. "Courtesy is important to the Vulcan people."

"And to Deltans. It does not always apply to others." LLan Warr studied him for a moment then looked back at the screen. "Mr Spock, I am taking over the duties as your mentor from Dr Wang. Does that meet with your approval?"

Spock could sense the Deltan's restraint and was grateful. Dr Wang had been impossible to endure. Strong emotions poured from him whenever Spock corrected him on any program errors. "Affirmative, sir."

"Good. Now do you know what a mentor's functions are?"

"To assist the student with problems relating to any aspect of his or her course, or on any other matter, sir." Spock quoted the student's handbook, which he had read on his first day.

"I sincerely hope that you will be able to relate any difficulties to me. I am here to help. I do know that there will be few if any academic problems but is there anything you wish to discuss?"

"Negative."

LLan Warr leaned back. "I know it is difficult for your people to relate to others. I even understand. Most humans, Andorians, Tellarites and the rest don't realise how much they reveal to a psi-sensitive species. I have met Vulcans before, Mr Spock. I have learned that they, like Deltans, have to boost their mental shields for protection. Are you able to do this?"

Spock glanced down. He respected LLan Warr and despite his own reserve was able to reply, "I have attempted it, sir."

"Spock, you are a brilliant student and I don't want you to be impaired by outside influences. For your own health and well being, you must learn to shut out the emotions of others for there is concern over your habits. It's been noticed that you eat only when the mess hall is nearly empty. You never go to the rec-area. You've not joined any clubs. You stay apart from the others in class and you study - most of the time - in your room. Now I know why you avoid crowds but if you are to succeed in Starfleet, academic knowledge is not enough. You must interact with others. If you cannot then you may as well go back to Vulcan."

Spock swallowed. He could not return home now. He must prove that his decision to join Starfleet Academy was the right one. "I will work with diligence until I am able to maintain a perfect shield, sir."

"And if you do not succeed?"

"I will not fail, sir."

"I know." LLan Warr replied. "May I make a suggestion?"

"Certainly, sir."

"I will arrange a small informal work tutorial with perhaps five or six people. Something I believe you requested. Afterwards we could have a meal and just talk."

Spock felt a chill go through him. He had always been awkward at social events even amongst Vulcans. Yet the astronomer's words were logical. It was imperative that he learn to mix with others. "Very well, sir."

"Good. Now who do you feel the most comfortable with? Scientists?"

"Kirk." Spock blinked. Where had young human's name sprung from? He had not been thinking about him.

"James Kirk?" LLan Warr queried. "Our youngest ever successful applicant who is desperate to be a starship captain? Interesting."

Spock did not reply. He was too busy controlling the embarrassment that threatened to flush his face green.

"He's going to be a fine commander one day. Who else?"

"I do not know, sir," Spock replied. He needed to leave this room and return to the peace of his own quarters. LLan Warr was looking at him and Spock knew that the other's empathic ability was picking up his discomfort.

"Will you trust me to choose the others?" "Affirmative, sir."

"All right. Is there anything else you wish to speak to me about?"

Spock shook his head. "May I leave, sir?"

LLan Warr stood and Spock immediately followed suit. "I hope that you trust me, Mr Spock. Please believe that I am concerned for your welfare. I want to have regular meetings with you."

"Thank you, sir."

"I know that some of the teachers resent you. Brilliance breeds envy especially amongst humans. I regret that and will, along with Professor Solberg, do my best to change their attitudes. Will you talk to one of us if there is anything which bothers you?"

"Affirmative, sir."

"Very well. Dismissed."

Spock bowed then left the room as swiftly as possible. He had much to mull over and needed solitude. He was drawn to the fountain and after a quick glance round confirmed that no one was present, he quashed his illogical pang of disappointment and sat down on the bench. He stared at the night sky for a time then at the mesmerising trickle of water before he found the calm he searched for. His time sense told him it was 22:18. The library was open all night. He would spend some hours in study there beside the few who worked during those hours instead of alone in his room. Professor LLan Warr was correct. He must learn to work amongst others. Now was an excellent time to begin.

***

The Hawking Library, named after a famous Terran scientist, was a comfortable place to Spock. Alongside the computer stations with their access to data from all over the Federation and beyond there were several levels devoted to books whose paper was preserved and in no danger of being damaged. Spock liked the feel of real books. His mother's collection had been extensive and he had spent many hours reading in her library. Books were not as efficient as computers but they had an appeal that went beyond the practical.

Spock walked along the aisle towards a secluded alcove where he would not be disturbed. He settled down on the chair and logged on. The computer acknowledged him and he began his research soon becoming oblivious to everything but his work . "Data unknown," the computer said, after one hour and twenty six point seven five minutes.

Spock sat back. The reference he required was obscure but he had believed it to be available in the computer's memory. "State where information may be accessed."

"Principles of tri-magnum technology by Professor J.A. Zagren, published by Emoran Press, Earth. 2122. Available Level 2, Starfleet Academy Hawking Library."

Spock's eyebrow arched. Why was a book published in the last century not on computer file? "Search mode. Confirm said book is unavailable on database."

After the computer had verified its findings Spock assigned it to run another program in his absence and left for the upper levels. He passed through the fiction area and up a staircase to the science section. It was in part of the old Academy building, dating from the previous century, antiquated like a library from an old vid-movie and Spock wondered why it had never been modernised. Perhaps it had been preserved in this manner for nostalgic reasons. Spock knew from his mother that humans often clung to their past history. It did not take him long to find the required book and he was flicking through it when he heard a muffled groan and a thud. He twisted round in the direction of the sounds.

There was a low laugh, another thump followed by a cry of pain then a voice called, "Aw, Jimmy-boy, did you fall and hurt your pretty face?"

Someone was in trouble and Spock did not hesitate. He strode towards a closed door and yanked it open. Three human males turned towards him in alarm. At their feet, blood oozing from a cut on his lip, was James Kirk. "Are you in difficulty, Mr Kirk?" Spock asked. He drew himself to his full height and, remembering previous responses, subjected the three to the power of his stare. They flinched but before they could flee, Kirk launched himself at one of the cadets and brought him down. Spock, reminded of his own childhood tormentors, moved forward to assist.

"Let's get out of here, lads," the fair-haired youth called. He ran down the corridor followed by a second boy leaving Kirk and the third cadet struggling on the ground.

"Let me go," the boy cried as Kirk pinned him down. "It was only a joke."

Kirk knelt over him. "Oh sure, Hussain. Well just you tell Finnegan that if he wants to take me on he should do it the honourable way, not three against one. I'll meet him in the gymnasium and we can slug it out there; just the two of us."

"I'll tell him." Hussain stared up at Kirk then over at Spock in fear.

Kirk staggered to his feet then hauled the other boy up by his shirtfront. "Get lost," he almost snarled and pushed him against the wall. Hussain sidled away then with a sudden burst of speed sprinted along the corridor leaving Kirk and Spock looking at one another.

Kirk was out of breath. He wiped his lip and stared at the blood on his hand. "Damn," he muttered. "Just what I need."

Spock stood immobile. His head was pounding and he felt nauseous but he forced himself to say, "You require medical attention."

Kirk looked up at him. "No, I'll deal with it myself. I'm grateful for your timely appearance." He walked down the corridor and seemed to gather Spock up with a passing glance. Spock found himself trailing the human to the washroom without knowing why and waited while Kirk cleaned himself up. The human's lip was swollen and the manner in which he flinched indicated bruises to the chest and shoulder.

Spock's symptoms began to ease as concern for the other took precedence. "It is illogical not to seek medical assistance."

"Fighting amongst students is not allowed, Mr Spock," Kirk said with a wry grin.

"You were attacked, Mr Kirk. Should you not report the incident? Bullying is not permitted."

Kirk shook his head. "It'd only make matters worse. Finnegan has lots of friends."

"I do not understand humans."

"Neither do I sometimes," Kirk said.

Spock was puzzled by Kirk's response. If the authorities reprimanded Finnegan surely he would not transgress again. Logic did not seem to apply where humans were concerned.

"What were you doing here anyway?" Kirk asked.

"I was perusing a book when I heard the noise." Spock suddenly realised that he was clutching the volume in his left hand.

"Thanks again." Kirk splashed his face with cold water. "If you hadn't arrived, I don't know what would have happened."

"Why did they attack you, Mr Kirk?" Spock was curious.

Kirk shrugged. "At first it was only pranks but lately it's become more serious. It makes no sense why they pick on someone. Mostly I take care not to get caught but I was unlucky this time." He stared up at Spock. "I guess you scared them. Finnegan went paler than I've ever seen him. Must be that devilish look about you and those tales about your hypnotic eyes."

"Tales?" Spock questioned.

"Yeah, how you freeze people with just a glance."

"Illogical. Impossible." Spock was reduced to uttering single words.

"I'd maintain the myth, if I were you. It'll keep any bullies away from you, that is if they're stupid enough to challenge someone with your strength." Kirk straightened up. "I guess I don't feel like any more studying tonight. Would you let me buy you a drink?"

A refusal was on the tip of Spock's tongue but he could not voice it and instead, replied, "I would be honoured."

Kirk grinned then gasped as the cut on his lip opened and bled again. He dabbed at it. "Okay. I'll wait while you log out."

They left the library and went to a small cafe in the grounds. Spock had never been there before as it was normally too crowded for him. He knew, however, that it was the place where some of the humans in his course did something called 'hanging out'. He had never understood the term. He hesitated at the door.

Kirk stopped and turned to face him. "If this isn't suitable we could go somewhere else."

Spock had often wondered what happened here and seeing that there were only a few customers, perhaps due to the lateness of the hour, he decided it should not be too difficult for him. "I believe it will be suitable." Kirk smiled and Spock followed him inside the cafe. It was decorated in shades of red and purple, colours that Spock found pleasing. Kirk was obviously known here as he was greeted by name by both staff and customers. There was one Andorian seated by the window but the remaining clientele were human.

Kirk perched on the edge of another window seat and indicated that Spock should sit opposite him. Spock did so, clasped his hands together on the table, and looked around. The cafe, like the mess hall, had few replicators and relied mainly on freshly prepared food and drinks. Spock had overheard his classmates complain about the taste of processed foods. It seemed that humans preferred traditional culinary methods.

"What would you like?" Kirk asked.

Spock glanced at the menu. "Xansu tea will be sufficient."

Kirk blinked. "Is that all? Don't you want something else?

"Negative."

Kirk shrugged and went over to the counter. He ordered the refreshments, paid with a credit chit, then returned to his seat. Spock looked out of the window at the old-fashioned style street lamps that lit the Academy grounds. It was an attractive sight and he relaxed despite the hum and clatter in the cafe.

"Here you are, Jim," a female voice said, and Spock looked up to see a young woman place two cups and a plate of pie onto the table. One of Amanda's specialities had been fruit pies. It was a Terran delicacy that Spock enjoyed.

"Thanks," Kirk said. He picked up a fork and dug it into the pastry.

Spock sipped his tea and attempted to ignore the tempting aroma of the warmed fruit. Would it be bad manners to ask for a portion after he had already refused one? He knew so little about human ways.

"Would you like to try some of this? It's delicious."

Spock almost choked. He placed the cup down and stared at Kirk. How had the other known? Afraid that his face had revealed too much, he replied in a sharp tone, "Negative."

Kirk only looked at him, a touch of something indefinable in his eyes, before returning to his food. "Boy, this is good," he said. He took a gulp of coffee. "I hear you're something of a genius, Mr Spock. Keeping the lecturers on their toes. Maybe one day you'll be my science officer. Wouldn't that be great?""

On their toes! Spock decided not to ask. Will Kirk be my captain? he wondered. Aloud he replied, "There are always possibilities."

Kirk chuckled. "That's true. Y'know I think I'd feel real safe with you by my side. We'd make a terrific team."

My gaze does not disconcert him. He is relaxed with me and his mental emanations, although chaotic at times, do not cause me distress. Spock frowned, confused by this. Why? he asked himself. Of all the humans I have met at the Academy no other has shown any level of compatibility with me. I was beginning to believe that my mother was the exception. Fascinating.

"I'm sorry," Kirk continued. "You must think me big-headed. It'll be many years before I make captain. If I ever do."

"I believe you will, Mr Kirk." Spock raised an eyebrow. Why had he said that? Yet there was still that conviction deep within him that this human would become a captain.

Kirk raised his cup. "To our future." He laughed then winced as his cut lip began to bleed again. He wiped at it then serious now, said, "Every command student has obligatory science and engineering courses to pass. I won't even graduate unless I get through the science exams. They're not as difficult as yours are but it's hard for me. I've had private tuition but there are still areas that I can't grasp. I have to crack it this year. If I don't I can kiss my chances goodbye." He gazed at Spock for a long moment then blurted out, "Will you help me?"

Spock was attempting to decipher the terms the human used - Crack it this year? - Kiss my chances goodbye? - when the request for assistance drove them aside. Kirk was still meeting his eyes and showed no signs of fear or discomfort. "I have never tutored anyone before," he said.

Kirk grinned a little. "There's always a first time, Mr Spock. I think you'd be an excellent tutor." The human drained his cup. "Will you think about it?"

"I will give you my decision tomorrow."

"Good. I'd be very grateful for any help you could give me."

They sat in silence until the cafe closed and as if it were the natural thing to do, Spock escorted Kirk to his quarters. Afterwards, Spock walked on to his own room and mused on the evening's events. By the time he reached the door he had decided to tutor Kirk.

Professor LLan Warr had left a message on the computer regarding an astronomy tutorial the following afternoon at 16:30. Spock's respect for the Deltan's efficiency increased. He wondered who else had been invited and hoped the professor's choices would be suitable.

***

He entered the Deltan's study at precisely 16:29. Three human students were already present and moments behind him, Kirk rushed in, out of breath, his face flushed. As Professor LLan Warr gestured them to chairs, Kirk flashed a smile at Spock and sat beside him.

"Catch your breath, Mr Kirk," LLan Warr said. "There are drinks on the table."

"Thank you, sir. My weapons training class overran. It happens all the time." He poured some juice and took a long swallow.

"This group is drawn from both third and fourth year students so some of you may not know one other." LLan Warr introduced the blond-haired student to his left. "This is Gavin Pryce-Jones who has been top science student in every one of his years at the Academy. He is now in his last year and will embark on his final training cruise next semester."

Spock caught Kirk's under-his-breath comment, "Smartass." He frowned and wondered what the term meant. He made a note to check in the dictionary.

Pryce-Jones smiled. "I'm looking forward to it, sir. My knowledge will be of great benefit to Captain Pike. I hear his science department is seriously undermanned."

There was a splutter of laughter and even LLan Warr smiled. "Academic knowledge is important but expertise gained by on-the-job training is essential."

"Of course, sir," Pryce-Jones conceded.

"Carol Marcus, third year student with an interest in terraforming and Sariya Piall, a fourth year student who wishes to join her planet's starbase," LLan Warr continued, indicating the two female cadets. "James Kirk, third year command student studying science applications with us and Mr Spock, first of his people to attend the Academy, a third year student with an A6 computer rating, and specialising in... " LLan Warr stopped then asked, "In what, Mr Spock?"

It was an odd question. "In everything possible, sir," he replied.

Kirk chuckled. "Good luck."

"I do not believe in luck, Mr Kirk."

"Maybe you'll change your mind."

Spock frowned. "The necessary technology is not yet available."

The waves of laughter beat at his shields and he tensed.

Professor LLan Warr shook his head. "They think you made a joke, Mr Spock."

"Vulcans do not understand the concept of humour, sir. I stated a fact."

"Indeed you did. All right everyone, let us start this session."

Gavin Pryce-Jones was one of the most objectionable students Spock had met. At first it had seemed like he had found someone other than Professor Solberg on a comparable intellectual level to him but Pryce-Jones disregarded anything Spock said and expounded his own theories. It soon became apparent that the human was hostile to him and that some of his proposals were not scientifically sound. Furthermore, he became angered when they were challenged.

"What a jerk," Carol Marcus murmured.

"I don't know how Spock is keeping his cool," Kirk replied. "He can run rings round ol' Pryce-Jones and anyone else for that matter."

"Yes, and at last a genius who's sexy," Carol added.

Kirk laughed. "I heard that all the girls are saying that." LLan Warr was speaking to him so Spock did not hear any more of their conversation but he filed it away as a curiosity to be studied later.

After an interesting but stressful work session, LLan Warr led them into a private dining room where all types of cuisine were available. To his surprise Spock saw a Vulcan dish - Tlanza - a mixture of grain and vegetables in a spicy sauce. He looked at the Deltan and nodded his gratitude.

LLan Warr returned the acknowledgement. "I have a contact at the Vulcan embassy. He gave me the recipe for the dish. I'm afraid it's only replicated but I'm assured that it is excellent. It's now in the processor records. Feel free to program any other dish you require for yourself. Either that or you can make use of the student galleys. We non-human personnel have introduced a wide range of dishes to our taste. We need some reminders of home."

"Thank you, sir." Spock said, grateful for the professor's understanding. "Can you eat any human foods?" Carol Marcus asked.

Spock cleared his throat. "Vulcans are vegetarians. We can tolerate many human foods as long as they do not contain animal by-products."

"I'm a vegetarian myself, but Jim here is still a meat-eater." She winked at Kirk and smiled.

"Aw it's only syntho-meat, Carol." Kirk piled his plate high. "Can I taste a little of your Vulcan food, Mr Spock?"

Amanda could not take Tlanza but that might be peculiar only to her. "Affirmative," he replied and stood back withdrawing for a few moments to strengthen his battered shields. He had survived a small gathering in a confined area with little more than a headache, which was rapidly easing. Suddenly, his introspection was disturbed and he looked over to see Kirk, red in the face, coughing. Carol was handing him a glass of water and laughing.

Spock saw nothing amusing in someone's distress and was about to speak when he saw that Kirk was laughing too. "Boy, that food is hot!" He gulped his water. "Phew!"

Spock did not comment. He waited until the others had taken their food before choosing his own then stood by the open patio doors and listened to the conversation about him.

"I don't know why that command moron, Kirk is here," Pryce-Jones commented to Sariya Piall. "He hasn't a clue."

She shrugged. "He's smart enough."

"None of these command types are smart, Sariya. I'm not going to serve under one of them. I'm going to apply for a science vessel and one day I'll captain her."

"It takes all types in Starfleet, Gavin. Anyway I think he is very handsome."

"That's all you women ever think about. What about intellectual capacity?"

"I find that attractive too. Mr Spock for example."

"Stay away from that Vulcan. I don't trust aliens like him."

Spock took a spoonful of his food and tried to tune them out. He stared out at the grounds but was unable to ignore snatches of a conversation that was becoming more racist with each word. The acuteness of his hearing was, at times, something of a curse. He bit his lower lip in agitation.

"Is your meal all right?" Llan Warr asked.

"Indeed, sir. Thank you."

"Your theory on the development of subspace sensor capabilities was impressive. The benefits to a starship would be enormous. Have you spoken with Professor Solberg about it?"

"Affirmative, sir."

"And what is his reaction?"

"He approached the research council. Their permission has been given."

LLan Warr smiled and turned to the others. "Well, Gavin, it looks like Spock's new research is going ahead."

"A waste of time. I won't be working on it, that's for sure."

Kirk went to Spock's side. "I couldn't begin to understand it but I wouldn't dismiss it like you're doing."

"What do you know, Kirk? You barely passed your second year astro-physics." Pryce-Jones sneered.

"You barely got your pilot's licence," Kirk retaliated.

"Cadets, please," LLan Warr intervened. "Everyone has their own specialities. In Starfleet we work as a team."

"Some think they're above everyone else," Kirk commented.

"Some are," Pryce-Jones said, preening himself.

"Why you arrogant... "

"You soldier types. No brains."

"You think you're so superior because you're a scientist, well let me tell you..."

Spock's plate slipped out of his hand as the emotions surrounding him made him feel physically ill. "If you will excuse me," he murmured and strode away from them into the fresh air.

"Enough," LLan Warr snapped. "If you can't behave in a civilised manner, leave right now."

Spock breathed deeply and regained his control but he remained a little queasy. Something had to be done about the effect human emotions were having on him. He must spend more time on Vulcan disciplines until his controls were perfected. If he did not succeed then he would be unable to continue in Starfleet.

"Spock, what's wrong?" Kirk's voice was filled with concern.

Spock swallowed. "A minor indisposition."

"I'll get you some more food."

"No. It is unnecessary."

"A drink then."

Spock's mouth was dry, his throat painful. "Water, please."

A few moments later, a glass was placed in his hands. He sipped at the water. "Thank you."

"Is there anything else I can do?"

Spock faced him. The human's concern was genuine. How fascinating. "Thank you. I am recovered. I must depart now. If you still wish my tutoring I shall be at your disposal tomorrow evening at the library."

Kirk's grin lit up his face. "I'll be there. 20:00 hours okay with you?"

"Affirmative." Spock bowed his head to the watching LLan Warr. "Sir, thank you for an interesting work session. Good evening."

The Deltan lifted his hand in farewell and Spock departed for his own quarters and solitude

***

Kirk turned to LLan Warr. "Sir, is Spock all right? He looked pale."

The professor hesitated before answering. "Vulcans are a psi-sensitive species, Mr Kirk. The emotions of others, when not accustomed to them, can be difficult to ignore."

The conflict between Pryce-Jones and myself! Kirk suddenly realised. It made him ill. He stared at the Deltan with new respect. How brave and maybe foolish for telepaths or empaths to mix with humans. "I didn't realise," he said aloud. "How do you cope, sir?"

LLan Warr smiled. "Once becomes accustomed to it and anyway I'm not that strong an empath. For one who has a high psionic rating, I don't really know but I think it must be very disconcerting if not painful."

"Is that why Spock keeps to himself so much?"

"You'll have to find that out for yourself, Mr Kirk."

"I intend to, sir. If he'll permit it. If I'm going to be a competent officer I need to know as much as possible about those under my command."

"Excellent, Mr Kirk. The main asset of a happy ship is a captain who respects the diversity of his crew."

Gavin Pryce-Jones had been listening. "Surely the rule of majority applies, sir. Most ship crews are human. The alien members should conform."

Kirk could not believe Gavin's arrogance. "That's not Starfleet policy. It's an organisation with members from every Federation world. Just because humans are in the majority doesn't mean we have to force others to live by our standards. I'd never permit that on my ship."

Pryce-Jones shrugged. "It may not be policy but it does apply on many ships."

"You're right, it does apply," LLan Warr said. "That's why many non-humans have left Starfleet. It has to stop. The Admiralty is attempting to reverse the flow but it is the individual officers in the field who have to practise the Federation ideals of all species being equal and entitled to their own beliefs and customs within the confines of Starfleet military code."

The discussion shifted to other matters and after a further half-hour the students left. Kirk had much food for thought. The work session had been interesting but the social gathering afterwards had been even more enlightening.

"Well, Kirk," Pryce-Jones said as they all walked towards the rec-area. "You're a real idealist. Humans and aliens will never interact on an equal level. You must know that."

"With bigots like you around, I wouldn't be surprised," Kirk snapped. "Maybe you don't like Spock being smarter than you. God, the prejudice around here makes me sick. After all this time it's hard to believe that it still exists."

Pryce-Jones grimaced. "I'm just realistic. We humans have to stick together. After all how can we trust these aliens? They could turn on us at any time."

Furious now, Kirk yelled, "Racist bastard. People like you'll destroy the Federation."

"Jim," Carol tugged at his arm. "Leave it."

Kirk yanked away from her hold and stormed off. Once in his quarters he flopped onto his bed and covered his eyes with his arms. Maybe he was an idealist but brought up on his father's tales of space adventures amongst a crew of humans and aliens working in harmony, Kirk could not stomach the views of people like Pryce-Jones and Woolf. Only through living and working together could the Federation races truly understand each other. Ignorance bred prejudice. Spock was an example. Some mistook his aloofness for arrogance but in reality it was his way of protecting himself from the emotions of humans. Kirk chewed at his lip. Then why had Spock offered to tutor him? At that moment, Kirk resolved to make an attempt to keep his emotions in check around Spock. He would not knowingly bring pain or discomfort to anyone, especially not to someone who was considerate enough to help him.

***

After a day spent in frustrating lectures and tutorials, Kirk was weary and dispirited. Spock had not been at any of them and rumour had reached him of the Vulcan working in the lab on some breakthrough in his research. Why would Spock even consider tutoring him when he was doing new and exciting work? Perhaps he would not turn up but when Kirk arrived at the library, Spock was waiting for him by the door.

"Hi. I heard you bent the laws of physics today," Kirk said with a grin.

Spock raised an eyebrow. "Bent is not exactly the correct term." He launched into the details and Kirk could only blink in incomprehension. However he listened and did not interrupt. They reached a computer alcove. "Will this be suitable, Mr Kirk?"

"Yeah, fine." Kirk pulled a chair over. "I didn't understand much of what you said before but I'm pleased that you've made scientific history. I'm afraid my problems will be simple for you. I'm no scientist but I need to have a little knowledge of everything."

"Everyone has their specialities, Mr Kirk, but a starship commander has the most difficult task of all. I am not suitable for command and I respect those who strive to attain it."

Kirk grinned, "Well, I am striving for it and I want to be the best captain in the fleet." Spock was staring at him and Kirk marvelled that he still felt no compulsion to look away from the Vulcan as everyone else seemed to do. "I hope you'll be able to help me."

"Very well. Where do you wish to begin?"

Kirk wasn't surprised to find that Spock was a patient teacher. He never judged when Kirk could not grasp something; instead he would remain silent for a few seconds then simplify his explanation. Kirk began enjoying himself as understanding of concepts, which had escaped him before, became clear. He forgot his earlier resolve about holding his emotions in check and became excited as he was able to follow through on a theorem to its logical conclusion. By the end of three hours he was exhilarated. "I can see how to reach the next stage now!" he exclaimed. "Thanks, Mr Spock. Without your help I'd never have done it."

"I am honoured," Spock replied. "Your understanding of the Collins Principle was inadequate. I assisted you in that alone. The rest you deduced for yourself."

"You did more than that. Thanks again. I can't wait to start the next phase in class tomorrow. They'll never believe how I managed this." Suddenly realising that he was almost jumping up and down in his chair, he stilled himself and looked guiltily at the Vulcan. There were no signs of discomfort on the other's face and he sighed with relief. "Can we meet here again tomorrow?"

"Affirmative. I would be interested in hearing about your class."

"Right. Let's go eat. I'm starved."

As before Spock ordered tea but Kirk bought an extra portion of pie this time and offered it to the Vulcan. He did not understand why but he felt that Spock would appreciate it. After raising both eyebrows, the Vulcan thanked him then proceeded to eat. Kirk smiled and dug into his own pie.

It was the start of a nightly routine. Kirk looked forward to the sessions and after several weeks had passed he found himself becoming increasingly interested in subjects which had always been a trial to him. Spock had been withdrawn from many of the third year science lectures and was now attending fourth year ones where he baffled his teachers on many occasions with new, inspired but logical reasoning. The Vulcan's progress was the talk of the campus as was Pryce-Jones' discomfiture. As his intellectual capacity paled beside the Vulcan's, Gavin had taken to vilifying Spock to anyone who would listen. Kirk did his best to discredit Gavin and found allies in many of the other students, noticeably from the Science faculty. Maybe the Vulcan had no friends but he was certainly respected by most of his peers. Spock had become the new star of the Academy.

***

"The boy is living up to his promise," Professor Solberg said, at the next assessment meeting on Spock. "The advances we've made in his warp physics project have been staggering. Scientists are calling me from all over the Federation about the breakthroughs."

Admiral Simonson nodded. "I know, Stefan. We have to take care of our young genius and not permit anyone to steal him from us. How is he settling in now?"

Professor LLan Warr became aware that all eyes had turned to him. "He is still a loner at times but there have been some interesting developments. He has become acquainted with Cadet Kirk and is tutoring him in several science subjects."

"A strange pairing," Dr Masuku said. "I wouldn't have thought that a command student would find any common ground with someone like Spock."

"One should not apply human psychology to non-humans," LLan Warr reprimanded. It was an all too human failing. He proceeded to tell them what happened at the recent work group. "Kirk is a very perceptive young man. He'll make a fine commander one day. His attitude to aliens is very refreshing. I don't believe he even knows what xenophobia means. He and Spock are, if not exactly friends, working well together. Kirk's weaker science subjects have improved dramatically since Spock has begun tutoring him."

"Excellent," Simonson said. "If Spock helps Kirk then maybe it will work in reverse. The boy needs to begin flight training. We'll put him in Kirk's group. Academically there's no one to touch Spock but he needs to improve his practical skills. Kirk is good with newcomers. It'll give him a chance to repay Spock."

"What about our research?" Professor Solberg protested.

"A starship officer needs to learn navigation and piloting skills," Simonson said.

"A science officer is a specialist and doesn't need to learn flight jockey work," Solberg argued.

"That's where you're wrong, Stefan. Spock has great potential. He must be encouraged to take command training. One day he could have his own captaincy. What do you think LLan?"

The Deltan was silent for a moment. Had his colleagues any idea of the boy's true potential? After their many centuries of accord Deltans knew more of Vulcans than humans did but just how much should he tell them? "It is true that Spock is command material. He can be anything he wants in Starfleet. The Vulcan mind is an awesome thing. It can work on many different levels. He is set on becoming a science officer but his other skills do need to be nurtured. We are working in the dark here and have to proceed with caution but at the end of his time here we will have a youngster who will be a great asset to the fleet in any capacity. I agree about pairing him with Kirk. There is something between them. I have sensed it. A meeting of minds perhaps. Neither one of them understands it but both are subliminally aware of it."

"Does Deltan empathy tell you this?" the psychologist asked.

LLan Warr nodded. "The empathic ability of my people is a documented fact."

Commander Dubois spoke for the first time. "Much as I appreciate this meeting are we not losing sight of the needs of the other students?"

Her words sent a ripple of anger through the collective board members. "I hardly think so, Commander," Solberg said. "Special meetings are not uncommon. I attended several concerning a certain Cadet Dubois."

She flushed. "I didn't mean to imply..."

"We're here to encourage all our students to do their best. Every faculty holds assessment meetings. I've attended a few on Kirk, myself. We exist to give Starfleet the cream of Federation youth but you must accept that Spock is a special case, Helene," Simonson said. "Apart from him being Vulcan the work he's doing with Professor Solberg is creating tremendous interest. The goodwill factor alone is priceless to us."

Dubois nodded. "I understand, Admiral. Very well. I'll accept Spock as a special case. He's a strange boy. Disliked by some, I believe."

"Very few," LLan Warr said. "Only those who perceive him as a threat."

"Would you care to name names?" Simonson asked.

LLan Warr recalled various scenes he had witnessed and words overheard. "Cadet Pryce-Jones is very resentful of Spock."

Solberg laughed. "I'm not surprised. Gavin is clever but I've never in all my years here met a more arrogant student than him."

"Is it serious?" Dubois asked.

LLan Warr shrugged. "Not yet. Spock does not understand Gavin's manner. The boy is an innocent. He's only secure in his own scientific knowledge."

"We'll keep an eye on it," Dubois said. "I want no trouble in my faculty."

Simonson nodded in agreement.

***

Kirk loved working on the flight simulator. He could spend hours there and he always scored amongst the highest in his year. When Spock was placed in his class, Kirk was delighted. He wanted to see if the Vulcan's physical reactions were as sharp as his mind's. Lt Commander Lederer was a tough taskmaster and although she played no favourites, Kirk knew that she approved of him. He watched as she welcomed Spock to the group then assigned Kirk the task of looking after him. Kirk wondered why he and Spock always seemed to be thrown together. Only yesterday Spock had joined his weapons training class. Although the Vulcan had been hesitant at first about using the phasers he had settled into it by the end of the lesson. Were he and Spock being put together by design? Had he been unofficially given the position of Spock's guide under the 'buddy' system that worked so well for new recruits?

He made a note to check with his advisor. If so, then he was not displeased. He liked the Vulcan and was grateful for Spock's patient assistance with those science subjects. He was even beginning to enjoy some of them. Spock was not really a friend in the normal sense but there was something that drew them to one another. Kirk shrugged. He was the only cadet who had any real interaction with the Vulcan and he was not intimidated by the other's intellect - well not all the time. Some like Gavin Pryce-Jones were openly opposed to Spock but the majority stood in a certain awe of him. Carol had told him that many of the female cadets found Spock very mysterious and speculation was rife about his sexuality. As far as Kirk could tell, Spock had no interest in either sex and thought only of his work.

As they sat in the shuttle simulator, Kirk, in the navigator's seat, prepared the course. "Have you ever flown one of these, Mr Spock?" he asked.

"Negative."

"Are you familiar with the controls?"

"Affirmative."

"Do you have your pilot's licence?"

"Affirmative."

Kirk glanced at the Vulcan. "Do you always have to be so succinct.?"

Spock blinked. "I ask forgiveness. Is my use of the language incorrect?"

"It's not. It's just a little off-putting." Kirk shook his head a little. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't criticise. You're entitled to answer any way you want." He initiated the countdown then sat back. "Okay, it's all yours."

Spock watched the monitors and as the take-off began, expertly handled the controls. The program was one of the simpler ones. The shuttle was en route from Starbase 7 to its sister planet Tau Ceti 6. On the way there were several hazards. Kirk knew them well but it was Spock's skills that Commander Lederer wanted to test. Kirk was often called upon to supervise these simulator programs with the younger cadets. He had seen them crash the shuttle, destroy it, kill the crew then collapse into tears. He had sympathy for them, for his own first experience with it had also ended in disaster, and he always was able to help others work through the experience and learn from it. His ability to do this had made him a popular cadet-instructor with both tutors and students.

Spock circumvented the hazards with ease and brought the shuttle in for landing.

"Well done, Mr Spock." Lederer's voice sounded over the comm-system. "3A, Mr Kirk."

This was a tough one and normally only given to students with some experience. "Yes, sir," he replied, and keyed in the code.

Spock coped with 3A, then 3B and C. It took a grade four program, one that Kirk had only completed during the middle of second year, to give him any difficulty. Kirk's estimation of Spock's abilities rose further when, at the last minute, the Vulcan saved the shuttle from crashing. As if a barrier had dropped, Kirk became aware of effort it had taken for Spock to successfully complete the program. It did not show on the surface but somehow Kirk just knew.

As the two youths left the simulator, Commander Lederer approached them. She was a tall woman and was almost on eye level with the Vulcan. "Well done, Mr Spock," she said. "You're a natural. Even our young hotshot here took a few attempts to beat 4A. Your responses are very fast. Next time, I'll test you on something even more difficult."

Kirk grinned. Lederer had often teased him about his youth but she was fair when it came to assessments. Spock bowed his head and replied, "Yes, sir."

"All right, you're dismissed." Lederer walked away leaving the two boys together.

"I must return to my project," Spock said. "Then I have further lectures this afternoon."

"Lunch first," Kirk replied. Spock raised an eyebrow as Kirk went on, "Hey have you ever been to the Cochrane Highlands?" It was one of Kirk's favourite areas outside the campus.

"Negative," Spock answered.

"There's a terrific view from the top of my favourite hill. I'd planned on going tomorrow. Want to join me?"

"I have work to complete."

"You're entitled to some time off, Mr Spock. Have you taken a break since you got here?"

"A break?" Spock asked.

"Time away from here just to relax." Kirk headed for the doorway and Spock followed. "Everyone needs a break."

"I assure you that I am quite relaxed."

"We could take a packed lunch. I'll bring my analytical mechanics papers and once we reach the top we could go over some work."

Spock was walking beside him. There was a slight frown on his face. "The library would be a better location, Mr Kirk."

"It'll be fun. Put some green in your cheeks. C'mon, I'm starved." He broke into a light run towards the mess hall. As he reached the door he turned to find Spock trailing behind him. "Come on. Simulator practice is hungry work. I could eat a horse." Spock's eyebrows climbed upwards. Could it be a sign of puzzlement? Kirk wondered but the Vulcan made no comment and walked side by side with Kirk into the hall. Kirk filled his tray and took it over to an empty table. He was half way through his meal before Spock joined him. The Vulcan's food was a mixture of fruits, vegetables and bread. Kirk looked down at his own starchy fare and sighed. Well there was fruit in his dessert. It was topped with cream but that didn't matter. He delved into it and sighed with contentment.

"Well, hello," a voice said, and Kirk looked up to see Janice Lester draped across the next chair.

"Hi. How'd your assignment go?" he asked.

She glanced at the Vulcan then dismissed him. "It was terrible. I don't know how I'm going to get through. Will you help me, Jimmy? You're so good at explaining things."

Kirk gritted his teeth. He hated being called Jimmy and he disliked that whine in her voice. "I'm, um, busy right now, Janice. Sorry."

"Some have Vulcan tutors. Others with real talent don't get any help," she complained.

Kirk flushed. What must Spock think of her? "Ask your advisor, Janice. She'll help you."

Janice sneered. "She's only interested in male students, especially pretty ones like you." With a pout she flounced away leaving a 'Bye, Jimmy," hanging in the air. Kirk could scarcely hold his temper back. What was wrong with Janice? Sometimes she was such a good companion and other times she was the most irritating person on campus. She was filled with resentment over slights, both real and imagined. Kirk knew that there was a bias in some quarters towards males but it was a minority opinion. None of the other female students reacted in the way Janice did. There were more girls entering the Academy now and rising in Starfleet ranks. A worse problem was the anti-alien lobby amongst the higher echelons. There were no non-humans above the rank of Lieutenant Commander in Starfleet. Only 30% of Academy cadets were alien; far too few. Many within Starfleet were working to improve that and Kirk himself was on the student committee for increasing human and non-human accord. He had been wanting to ask Spock to come to their meetings but had been apprehensive about it.

"Will you come with me tomorrow?" he blurted out.

Spock sat back as if stung. "No, I am unable to leave my project."

Kirk glanced down, for some reason hurt by the rejection. He heard a chair being pushed back and looked up to see Spock was standing. "If you will excuse me, Mr Kirk."

"Yeah. I'll meet you tonight in the library."

Spock hesitated before replying, "Very well." He turned on his heel and left.

Kirk watched him for a moment then took a mouthful of food. He glanced over at the Vulcan's unfinished meal and a thought struck him. Spock must have been affected by the row between Janice and I. God! How does he cope with us? No wonder he runs away.

He jumped to his feet and returned the trays. Rushing outside, he looked around for Spock and caught a glimpse of him heading in the direction of the fountain. Should he let him go and find peace there or should he follow and try to explain; to apologise.

"Jim," a voice called. With a sigh, he turned to see Carol coming towards him. After a moment of regret he decided it might be better to wait and talk to the Vulcan later.

***

With an outward show of indifference, Spock strode away from his latest multi-species first aid lesson but inside he was churning. The previous lectures had not been difficult but now the practical work had begun. At first the respiration methods using robotic dummies as patients had been of interest but when 'role-playing' had been introduced, Spock had found it distasteful and disturbing to be in such close contact with so many beings. Logic dictated that in a medical emergency he should know how to treat his fellow crewmembers but he had struggled to maintain his detachment. He knew that his teacher had noted his incompetence in the procedures and that he must do better.

As he neared his quarters, he picked up his pace. He should have gone directly to the lab but until he overcame this nausea he would not be able to concentrate on work. Seeing that the corridors were deserted he broke into a run, reached his door at last and once in the safety of his bathroom he was physically sick. He washed his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was too pale and there were dark shadows under his eyes. The mind rules, he told himself. I will overcome this.

After a few moments the nausea began to recede. Spock ordered a herbal tea from the processor then sat down, sipped at the soothing drink and reflected on the lesson. He knew that one day he would have to play the patient and wondered what that would do to him. I must control, he told himself.

***

That evening Kirk arrived at the library to find Spock already seated at the computer. The Vulcan looked tired and Kirk kept a tight rein on his emotions. He was not going to cause Spock any more problems today. He pulled a chair over. "Hi." "Good evening."

"How did your work go this afternoon?"

"Satisfactorily," Spock replied.

"I apologise if I caused you any discomfort earlier." There he had said it. Spock stared at him for a very long moment and for the first time Kirk began to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. Then the Vulcan turned his attention to the computer and Kirk was relieved. Now he understood why others were wary of meeting the Vulcan's eyes. There was power there of a kind he had never encountered before. He took a deep breath, concentrated on the work but two hours later, Kirk's mind was reeling, and he had to call a halt.

"My poor brain has taken enough in, I think." He stretched and leaned back. "Thanks for your help. I know what I have to do now." He glanced sideways at the Vulcan. "I'm leaving at 09:00 tomorrow. If you want to come along, meet me at Gate four. Wear good hiking boots and bring extra clothes. This time of year it can get cold up there. The mess hall supplies food."

"I have other work to finish, Mr Kirk. I shall stay here until it is completed."

"Okay. Thanks again." But Spock was already immersed in incomprehensible equations on the computer screen and, with a sigh, Kirk left the library.

Spock's hands shook and he clasped them together. "Computer, pause program." He considered Kirk's words. The human was genuine in his wish for Spock to accompany him. There had been a trace of disappointment over Spock's refusal but it had been controlled; in itself a startling feat for a human. Kirk was aware of his sensitivity to the emotions of others and was attempting to restrain himself. Fascinating. Normally only the Deltans did that.

Spock's curiosity about the human finally took precedence over his work and he called up Kirk's personnel files from the library banks. Kirk's image appeared on the screen followed by a potted history of his life. It told him little but every student had a private file accessible only to Academy staff. For a moment Spock was tempted to break into it but shocked by the thought, he immersed himself in his work.

***

Spock basked in the sun's heat. Nearby Kirk dozed. The climb had not been strenuous but it had been exhilarating. Until now Spock had not realised how much he had missed the long hikes he had so often undertaken at home. He did not fully understand why he had decided to accompany Kirk this morning but it had seemed the logical course. He had been working constantly since his arrival at the Academy without any recreation time. He needed some freedom.

Kirk had been surprised to see him. A wide grin had crossed the human's face and his genuine delight had almost been overwhelming. Kirk, however, had quickly regained his composure then had gone though a checklist of their supplies; a methodical and cautious approach which met with Spock's approval. The human was often impetuous but he was also, at times like this, eminently practical. Also, Kirk had improved under Spock's tutelage. He always denied that he had any skill in the sciences but Spock knew that to be wrong. The human had an excellent mind; it was even logical at times. With proper training Kirk could enter any discipline if he chose to. However, even Spock could see the human's greatest talent lay in command.

Kirk yawned and opened his eyes. "It's great here. Quiet and beautiful with a terrific view." He sat up and brushed back his tousled hair. "I've never seen you so relaxed. This is the warmest I've ever known it up here. Do you like the heat?"

"The average temperature on Vulcan is 35 Celsius. This is pleasantly warm."

Kirk's eyes widened. "Then at times it must be cold here for you."

"One becomes acclimatised." Spock drew the clean air into his lungs. It was a dry heat, not unlike Vulcan. A pang of homesickness swept through him but he banished it and concentrated on a new theory he was attempting to formulate.

"Now I know why you wear that body suit for physical training. Most of us only wear one when it's really cold." Kirk rolled onto his stomach and propped his chin on his hands. "In Iowa we have beautiful summers." He sighed. "I miss it sometimes."

Spock looked over at him about to mention his own homesickness but caught himself in time. He cleared his throat. "Are you ready to begin your work?"

"Hell, no." Kirk grinned. "I guess we'd better start though."

As daylight began to fade, the two youths decided to leave. Kirk was in high spirits, whooping as he ran, more like a ten-year-old boy than a nineteen-year-old cadet. Spock was concerned that the human might fall and as he followed him, more cautiously, down the slope, he wondered at the curious blend of child and man which was Kirk. The human flopped onto the grass and waited, panting but grinning, until Spock reached him. "C'mon, I'm hungry." Kirk jumped to his feet and walked towards the Academy grounds.

Spock could not understand the human need for so much nourishment but he did not answer and accompanied Kirk to the mess hall. It was 21:15 and many of the students had already eaten. Spock was grateful for the relative quietness of the place and found to his surprise that he had developed an appetite. As he ate he also realised that he felt almost carefree for the first time in many years. Had it been the long walk, the fresh air, or the human's company? He forced these thoughts away. He was a Vulcan. Emotions had to be restrained; controlled. He took a deep breath and tested his mental shields. They were still in place, if a little shaky. Once back in his quarters he would strengthen them. One day they would be so solid that nothing would be able to touch him. On that day he would be a true Vulcan.

He became aware of Kirk speaking to him. "I enjoyed today. I hope you did too. It's good to get away sometimes. We should do it again."

"The exercise was beneficial."

Kirk grimaced. "Yeah, well, as long as my company didn't bore you."

Spock blinked with surprise. Is that what the human had believed? He was about to reply when the sound of his name being called distracted him. He looked up to see Lt Winston, one of Professor Solberg's researchers, running towards him.

"Mr Spock, you have to come to the lab at once. The professor needs you to see the new data. What we can decipher is just amazing."

Spock rose to his feet. "Very well. If you will excuse me, Mr Kirk."

"Hey, can I come too?" Kirk asked.

"Authorised personnel only," Winston said. "C'mon." He grabbed Spock's arm.

Spock froze as the human's excitement almost overwhelmed him. Winston, feeling the resistance, looked up at him and grew white under his gaze. The man's hand slipped away and he stepped back a pace. Spock struggled to maintain his barriers. He needed a short meditation.

"Tell Professor Solberg that I will be there as soon as possible."

"You h... have to come now," the other stammered. "You're needed." Spock closed his eyes. Would the man not listen?

"Leave him alone." Kirk demanded. "We've been out hiking all day. Give him time. He doesn't need to jump every time someone needs to use his genius. He's entitled to some space."

Winston cleared his throat. "Okay. Okay."

Kirk's laughter was so low that only vulcanoid hearing would have discerned it.

Spock opened his eyes to see Winston heading for the exit. Kirk stood at his side, staring up at him with concern. "You need some rest, Spock. Don't let them bully you into working so much. They'll take advantage of you."

"I am not tired," Spock said. Kirk's thoughts did not distress him as did the others. Indeed he drew solace from the his presence and felt obliged to explain. "The physical touch of humans can be intrusive."

Kirk stepped away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't stand in your personal space."

"Personal space?" Spock was confused.

"Most humans believe that a certain area around them is theirs and the only others permitted within that are close friends or family."

"A reasonable code of behaviour." Spock bowed his head. "It was a pleasant day. Good evening, Mr Kirk."

The human smiled. "It was indeed, Mr Spock. Good evening."

Spock tilted his head to the side, fascinated by the difference between this human and the others of his acquaintance. Why was he comfortable with Kirk? It was a question, which he often pondered but had not yet been able to answer.

"Why do I feel like a specimen being examined by a scientist?" Kirk asked with a laugh.

Spock almost jumped with guilt. "I assure you, Mr Kirk..."

"It's okay, Mr Spock. I was only joking."

"That is illogical."

"Maybe. I'll see you tomorrow then."

Spock took his leave and before long was in his quarters. He settled into a light meditation which soon restored his barriers then his thoughts turned to the pleasant day spent with Kirk and the realisation that his serenity now was due, at least in part, to that. Fascinating. he thought.

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