Tea and Mops

Rated G

S\Saa

A Spock\Saavik "first love" story. V. romantic.

This is my first fan fic, so please tell me what you think at ! Please!

Star Trek and related stuff belong to Paramount, blah blah blah...=)

Enjoy and Peace!

"Uhura- do you know much about- Captain Spock?"

Lieutenant Saavik's voice shook ever so slightly at the mention of her mentors name.

"I know a few things, like that he's half-human, half Vulcan, but you probably knew that too- right?"

"Yes. I did know- but that's all. I was hoping that perhaps you could assist me in finding more information."

"Well, let's see... he is a good friend of Admiral Kirk, his father is the Vulcan ambassador Sarek, um.. what else, oh, his wife is the Vulcan T'Pring, residing on Vulcan..."

Wife?

Saavik heard no more, though Uhura was still talking. Her head buzzed strangely, the world swam, and she knew she must find a private place to collect herself- quickly!

"Excuse me, Uhura- thank you very much, but I must go now." Saavik turned and ran down the bridge, through the doors, and to a supply closet near the kitchen, leaving Uhura in mid-sentence and wondering. Saavik sat down on a crate and covered her face with her hands, to ashamed to let the tears show even to nothing. She wept silently for how long, she didn't know. Strange how quickly you heart can break. Then, suddenly, she heard a familiar voice outside the door, and she froze.

"Uhura, have you seen Lieutenant Saavik?"

"Last time I saw her was about an hour ago, Mr. Spock."

"Thank you."

Then the doorknob turned, and Saavik leapt up, hands flying to her face in terror. He'll know! He'll know I've cried! Then the door opened, and Spock was looking in at Saavik.

If she hadn't have known better, she would have said the look on his face was one of surprise.

"Lieutenant?"

"Yes sir."

"May I ask what you are doing in here, and what happened to your face?"

"I was looking for some cleaning fluid, sir, and I hit my face on the mops."

"I see." Silence for a moment while Saavik looked at her feet, willing her face to go back to normal, and Spock looked at Saavik.

"Lieutenant?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you wish to come out of there?"

"Yes sir."

Spock moved aside to let her pass as Saavik left the closet. Spock shut the door behind her and turned to face his student.

"Are you all right, Saavik?"

"Yes sir."

"I see."

The look in his eyes made her wonder if he really did see. She must not show her feelings! She mustn't! She could not fall in love with her teacher- and her could never, ever love her back.

"Perhaps you should go to your quarters, Saavik."

"Yes sir."

Saavik turned, and walked quickly away. Spock watched her go with a sobering knowledge filling his mind. His student had been crying, and she had lied rather than show weakness to him. What he had to say to her could wait. She needed privacy now- and so, he discovered, did he.

At dinner, Saavik was exceptionally quiet, concentrating with all her might not to look up where Spock and Kirk were sitting. This was hard, as they were quite close, so close that she could hear their speech- and Spock could pick up her mind patterns. She mustn't think about him.

She sighed and laid down her fork, looking at her untouched food. She couldn't eat. How could she, when her heart was broken clean in two?

Unbeknownst to her, Spock was watching Saavik and taking in her full plate. She was more upset that he had realized, but she must have been quite moved to weep in the first place. Though Romulans are emotional, the Vulcan in her should have balanced that out quite a bit. He watched her until Kirk got up, and he realized the meal was over. Saavik rose quickly when she noticed the others leave, and she nearly ran through the doors. Spock counted to ten then followed her.

By the time he reached the bridge, he could just barely hear her running footsteps far down a hall to the left. He followed, now running also, and soon her heard a door open, shut, and a very quiet sob.

He slowed, turned a corner, and found himself facing another supply closet door. He was about to open it when he heard another sob, quieter than the first, and thought better of it. Searching his pockets, he produced a slip of that thin Vulcan plastic and a light pen, wrote on the plastic " Meet me in my quarters when you are ready to come out of there. Spock." and pushed it under the door. He heard a light switch on, a whisper of the plastic, and a quiet, "Oh no." Spock turned and left as silently as he had come.

When Saavik did come out 15 minutes later, she went immediately into the nearest washroom to smooth and wash her face. At least it wasn't red anymore, if a bit moist. She left for Spock's quarters, avoiding eye contact with anyone. When she arrived at his door, she took a deep breath and then pushed the communication button.

"Lieutenant Saavik reporting as ordered, sir."

"Come in, Saavik. I believe you could use some tea."

Oh God she thought as the door slid open. The sweet aroma of Vulcan spice tea wafted through the doorway, making her stomach jump. Willing herself to appear calm, she stepped through the doorway to see her teacher in a black robe, preparing the tea.

"Ah- Saavik. Have you tried Vulcan spice tea? It calms the mind and stabilizes the senses."

"No sir. Romulans mainly drink Romulan ale."

"This is just as potent though not intoxicating. Here-" and he handed her a carved, slightly smoking blue cup. She sipped experimentally- and a wave of calmness broke over her. Suddenly everything would be all right. She would get through this interview and back to her bed where she would sew up her broken heart...

Who am I kidding? Get over Spock that fast? Impossible!

Spock gestured for her to sit on his bed (the only seating available) and sat next to her. She passed him the cup and looked at the floor as he sipped. They did that for a while, just sharing the tea and not speaking a word. At last Spock spoke.

"You were upset earlier, Saavik."

"Yes sir."

"May I ask why?"

"I'd rather not say, sir."

Silence for a moment.

Saavik inwardly cursed her Romulan side, and her tears. They had to show at that particular moment, didn't they!

"Saavik, you are emitting some distressing emotional signals."

Just stop thinking, Saavik. And for God's sake don't think about him!"

"May I ask what made you weep earlier?"

Saavik experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach, though the tea had calmed her nerves a little.

"Sir, how did you know?"

"There were no mops in that particular cupboard."

"Oh."

Dammit, I'm supposed to be Vulcan! What am I doing with all of these emotions? Romulans don't cry easily! So what-

"Cursing your emotions will not help."

Saavik looked at him, shocked.

"You can read my mind?"

" I cannot, as you said, 'read' your mind , but I can 'read' the patterns coming from your brain. Also, your facial expressions clarify your thoughts."

Saavik said nothing as she tried to wipe her mind. Forget it. Just don't think about why you were crying. If you do that, (hollow laugh) you're dead.

"Saavik." Spock took the cup gently from her loose hold and placed it on the low table. He turned back to her, and a little chill raced down her spine. "Why were you upset?"

Saavik was totally disarmed by the simple question, even though he had asked it earlier. Her shock deepened when Spock put his long hands on either side of her face and gently turned her to face him. He saw the utter heartbreak in her eyes and suddenly got a premonition as to what had happened. Saavik was unnerved by the depth and, surprisingly, warmth in his dark eyes. Searching deeper, he was about to initiate a meld when she broke.

"You're... m-m-married..." she whispered, her voice faltering. He saw the tears well up in her dark eyes again, and as they spilled onto her pretty face he wiped them away.

"Ah. I see..."

He pulled her a little closer, like a weeping child, but she pulled back, shaking her head.

"Saavik- I am not bonded. Early on into our original 5-year mission, T'Pring chose another. I have not seen her since."

At this Saavik really did cry, more of relief than pain. She still made no sound as the tears flooded her vision, but she did not pull away from Spock as he drew her to him, closer this time, and, quite humanly, hugged her. He found that her head fit perfectly in the hollow of his shoulder blade. Fascinating.

He eased her face away from his shoulders and put his hands on it again. Her tears had ebbed substantially, though she still had a little shock in her eyes.

"Saavikam." One word. One name. That's all either one needed to hear. Spock leaned forward and filled the micro-millimeter space between their lips. The kiss was sweet and resonated with pure love. When they finally broke apart, Saavik's tears had stopped completely, and her heart was singing. Spock's was too, though he wouldn't admit it, being a creature of logic.

"Perhaps the Terrans did come up with something- I think pleasing is the word." Spock whispered. Saavik's eyes lit up with un-laughed giggles, and she answered him with a kiss of her own. Saavik's hands slipped around Spock's strong body, and his slid off her face to encircle her lower back. In the midst of a most passionate kiss, their hands rose simultaneously to the others temple, and they joined- in body and in soul. They began to lower down onto the bed, their kisses growing hotter and more passionate, searching the others soul. They were finally laying on the bed, Spock on top of Saavik-

I'll continue it soon...