"Can you do that eyebrow thingy?"
"No, but he loves my Elvis curl in my hair."
"Can you do the Vulcan hand sign?"
"I don't need to because we are always holding hands when we are together."
"Do you have pointy ears too?"
"My ears are little delicate pink shells attached to my head. He doesn't want anybody messing with perfection."
"Has he ever Spocked you?"
" I have spritzed, sparked and made him sputter many, many times."
"Why do you get to be his girlfriend?"
"I am the most illogical woman he has ever met and he can't pass a good challenge."
"Where did you meet?"
"Ahh, now that makes a good story....."
The Day I Met Spock
One moment I was sleeping sweetly in my home on planet Aslar and the next telesecond I remembered waking up in the dark. I was laying in a nest of decomposed vegetation and all around me was a forest of green, yellow and purple. I heard angry men's voices from far away and instinct took over my mind and body. I leaped up and started running. Fear and instinct drove me in the direction of light and the soothing noise of running water. I wiped away cobwebs clinging to my face and hair as I looked behind me to see the men following me. I scanned for leaves moving, a broken branch snapping or a bird squawking in protest of being awaken from its sleepy warm nest. I heard nothing but my own ragged breathing. I crouched down on a rough, moss encased rock to think through my next step. The coldness of the rock began to seep through my clothes and it brought to my attention that my feet were sodden wet from running thru streams and puddles in the forest. My brain kept screaming,
"Why? Why were you taken?"
There was no welcoming reply. I pushed dirty hands through my hair and came away with broken twigs and leaves falling down into my lap.
Crack!
A branch was heard snapping a short miliget away. I immediately stood to my feet and stumbled in a forward motion to put distance between the men and myself. An exposed root makes me falter but I finally found my stride and head towards a stand of trees. My eyes were scanning for a tree that had pink orange fruit, yellow leaves and black blossoms. It is called a Dreamland tree. Legend has foretold that this tree can teleport you anywhere you want to go as long as you carry no weapons and are part French. Even in the waning moonlight, I could see the glimmer of the pink orange color and my pace picked up in speed. In the distance I heard the men's voices and their excited pitch tells me they were strong on my trail. I risked another glance behind me to see if I could see the men's huge thick bodies moving thru the dense undergrowth of the forest. My foot found a laepscer's hole and my body went crashing down into the tall yellow grass and purple blooms of lilies. My head found a rock embedded in red clay and the sharpness of the pain stunned me. Gasping in pain, my mind takes over my bodies natural instinct to curl up in a fetal position and forced me to crawl on hands and knees forward.
Push. Push. Forward. Forward.
My brain begins the mantra as my body sluggishly picked itself up and starts again to run towards the tree. Behind me, the men were still shouting to each other with directions and I felt my safe vacuum was very tenuous. The yellow vegetation grew thicker, taller around the tree and I had to shorten my stride to accommodate it. My feet started to sink into spongy marsh ground and I slapped at bugs flying close to my face in emotional frustration. Out of the darkness a fierce whisper is heard,
"Here. Quickly now."
I froze down into a crouch. I could not see anyone in front of me or to the side. A new type of dread and fear slid over my skin and I bit down hard on my bottom lip to stop from screaming in anger. I was angry with myself for letting down my guard and allowing this strange presence to slip under my watch.
"Hurry. The men will know where you are headed soon. Hurry."
Again the deep whispered voice came out of seemingly nowhere and the sense of urgency was very powerful in his voice. Friend or foe? I had two breaths to decide. I decided to move towards the voice who wanted to help me.
"Hurry. It's logical to use the tree. Use it. And hurry."
I was almost under the canopy of the tree when two muscled arms reach down from the tree branches and grabbed my body from the ground. Adeptly the arms swung me up into the thick leaves of the tree branch. One of his hands balanced me on a branch and the other hand clasped over my mouth.
"Quiet. I am Spock. I am here to save you."
And the rest was...logical. We met, we liked, we argued and we are still together. Love is grand and can be logical some of the time...!!!
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