Disclaimer: I do not own any charachters except my own or yada yada but we all know that cause this is fanfiction.

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Okay! So I've wanted to do this for forever. So here it is.

I already have the entire story written out, but I'll be making changes as I change little things around if I need to!

Enjoy! :)

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I walked into the first class of my last semester before I got my PhD in both Astrophysics and Xenobiology with my Masters in Chemistry, also having minored in Xenoanthropology-that sure was a mouthful. It was 0713 hours and class would be starting in a mere 17 minutes.

It has been four and a half years since I came to the academy after I graduated from high school at 17, and I spent every single semester-including summer vacations-studying, working my butt off to work towards my goal, and here I finally was.

Neither of my parents had wanted me to join Starfleet-especially my half-Vulcan, half-Human mother. My Betazoid father, however, saw that deep in my heart, that was what I truly wanted and although he didn't like the idea, he understood that I truly felt this was where I was supposed to be.

The night before, my father and I talked for the first time in almost two weeks. He called me from our home in Dublin at a very late hour for him. While it was dinner time for me, it was 0100 hours for him. He told me he and my mother got into an argument just before she headed off to Vulcan to visit her Vulcan mother. He assured me that it had been planned for weeks, that it was one of her bi-monthly trips, but I wasn't too sure I believed him. I was almost certain her last visit was barely over a month ago. Although my mother was half Vulcan, she was prone to bursts of fury in which she either burst at the person who was causing her so much pain or she left for Vulcan-often for at least a week.

I missed my father. It was always difficult for me growing up-emotionally, at least. As I was 1/4 human, it was slightly difficult to hide my emotions. As I was 1/2 Betazoid, it made my emotions even more difficult for me to handle as my race did not control their emotions and they could sense (as well as take on) the emotions of others. And to make things even worse-as I was 1/4 Vulcan, my emotions raged deeper and more violently than anyone else. Unfortunately, the genetics regarding control were nonexistent in me, as instead I was gifted with their green blood, pointed ears, extreme sensitivity to touch, and the ability to mind-meld (which I probably only had from the Betazoid ability to do something very similar, though at this time I had never created that bond, since the bond was only ever made with a mate). Though it was very difficult for me growing up, and I had many emotional issues, my father was always there to help me through.

My mother, oh goodness, don't get me started with her.

And despite what you may think, I mean that in a very loving way.

I was closer to my mom than I was to anyone. She and I had a very special bond. I had always looked up to her-respected her above anyone else. She typically has a lot of control over her emotions, and I had been able to feel each and every one. There had been many times where my mother and I had engaged in a telepathic link very similar to a mind-meld so she could teach me the Vulcan way of control as best she could. Although my mother had never said "I love you," to me, I knew she did. She did everything she could to keep me happy. Her love was unspoken.

She was who I always wanted to be.

I had been so caught up in my thoughts about my parents that I hadn't even acknowledged the Commander, who had been sitting at his desk since I walked in.

"Greetings, Cadet O'Grady," the Commander spoke. I jumped, dropping my Padd onto my desk from the shock.

"Commander Spock! My apologies, I-"

"It is agreeable to see you are taking my progressive Xenobiology course. I have also noted that you are taking my progressive Astrophysics course as well as my advanced Xenoanthropology course," he told me. I felt the content seeping through his barriers slightly. I have had Commander Spock as my teacher in many of my courses for the past year and a half, and we have become almost what I would call friends. We have spent many nights in each other's company this past eighteen months, given that I had personal study in both Xenoanthropology as well as Vulcan History and Culture with him for three hours on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings. We have come to understand one another as well as each other's interests.

"I am, sir. And I also have personal study with you Wednesday and Friday evenings for Vulcan History and Culture," I told him with my thick Irish accent, made even thicker from the sudden strong emotion of shock. I felt a small spark of happiness emanate from him quickly before it hid itself in the shadows-dulling under his Vulcan mask once more. My small smile waned. It made me upset when he did that-I wanted us to be friends, but I felt I would never get anywhere when he refuses to allow his human half the pleasure of allowing his emotions to seep through-if only slightly.

"I find that rather... satisfying, as you are by far my most distinguished student in all aspects,"he admitted. "And I have noted that your presence has deeply effected the class. I find that when you are present, others strive for perfection exponentially more than the students within my other classes." I felt my jaw drop slightly at his personal confession, and I went to respond only to be interrupted by another student opening the door. I glanced at the clock.

Five minutes till class. People would definitely start filing in now.

"Thank you very much, Commander. I find that I look forward to your classes more than any other," I admitted with a small smile as I sat down, tugging lightly on my flowing, naturally loosely-curled, deep brown, waist-length hair.

Something deep in my heart told me this semester was going to be very interesting.

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"Oh shut up," I said, rolling my eyes. "Many girls don't fall for your charm."

"Oh, really?" Jim asked, only half-joking. "Like who?"

"Me," I told him. My good friend immediately tried to turn his charm back on-as he always did during these conversations-to get at least some sort of response out of me.

"Jim, leave Maeve alone," I heard Leo defend as his hand tugged me away lightly by the hem of my Cadet Uniform and we began walking. "She has Xenolinguistics next and you know how much she loves that professor. I'd say it'd be best if you sent her off in a good mood."

"Aw, come on, Bones, she knows I'm joking!"

"And she is standing right here," I interrupted, giving Jim a look. "Would it not be logical just to ask her why she gets upset when you begin your fabricated advances?"

"What's got your panties in a wad?" he asked me. I sighed.

"I apologize," I admitted. "I find I did not get much rest last night. I did not mean to be off-putting."

"Well, you could make up for it with a drink," Jim declared with a grin.

"Very well," I granted with a small sigh.

"Hey, you know, we've been friends for the entire three years I've been here at the academy, and I still don't know why you talk like that."

"'Talk like' what, Jim?"

"Like you're a robot or something."

"If you insult me one more time, Jim, you will be incapable of walking for the rest of your life," I glared.

"I don't think he meant it as an offense, Maeve," Bones interjected. "We both know you're not a robot, you have at least some emotion, you just speak very maturely. I've been wondering the same thing... Is it your academics?"

"It is my mother. This is the way she speaks, and, growing up, I wanted to be just like her. So I have found that I have adapted to her way of communication. Is it off-putting?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

"No, I think it's sexy."

"Jim," Leo growled before we split apart to our own separate paths, heading to class.

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"That-that-woman is infuriatingly ludicrous!" I ranted to Nyota as we stepped out of Xenolinguistics. "If it weren't for us, she wouldn't know how to read Klingon!"

Nyota laughed, "I don't understand why you always get so mad about it, it's always fixed once we say something."

"I just don't understand why Starfleet would allow such a person to become a professor! She teaches almost everything wrong!"

"You just miss Commander Spock," she teased.

"Because he could teach-well, too," I grumbled.

"Ranting about your Xenolinguistics teacher again?" I heard Jim's voice from behind us.

"It's difficult not to... Jim, stop staring at Uhura's ass," I said, rolling my eyes. I knew she hated that. "A way to a woman's heart is not through staring at her womanly curves."

"Why is it that you only sound normal when you're mad?"

"And by 'normal,' you mean like you? I assure you, Jim, I sound nothing like you no matter the state of mind I'm in."

"What class do you have after this?" Jim asked us, ignoring my comment (as well as the snickering Nyota) before he turned to our other approaching friend. "Hey Bones!"

"I have lunch period, then no classes until tomorrow morning," I said, answering Jim's question.

"I have lunch period now too," Nyota said. "You want to sit together?"

"That would be gratifying," I told her honestly and she motioned for me to follow her.

"Ladies?" I heard from behind us.

"Leo?" I asked.

"May I join you? Jim apparently 'has plans,' and I don't want to know what he's been up to recently."

"Of course," I agreed, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Jim's been going off like that a lot recently," Uhura said. "I have a bad feeling he's up to something."

"He's always 'up to something,' Ny," I told her.

"Ain't that the truth?"

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"Hello, Commander," I greeted after I gave a small start. I had just run in to him on my way out of the dining hall after dinner.

"Greetings, Cadet," he said.

"Sir, I'm glad I ran into you. I find I have a few minor questions regarding the assignment you gave in Xenobiology," I admitted.

"Very well," he said. He appeared to think for a moment. "Perhaps you could meet my at my office approximately one hour from now?"

I glanced at my watch. Just enough time to go to my room, message each of my parents, gather the assignment, and get to his office at a fairly leisurely pace.

"That would be wonderful, sir, thank you," I told him, unable to keep my smile from shining through. The Commander's head tilted slightly and I felt the curiosity radiating off of him.

"You are joyful," he stated, though it was obviously supposed to be more a question.

"Yes, sir. I was expecting to have to seek you out, but this is a much better option. And, I hope I'm not speaking out of turn, I find spending time with you very enjoyable. I find it is often informative as well as entertaining. Besides, who doesn't like spending time with-" I cut myself off. I couldn't very well say 'friend', could I? Besides, Spock doesn't understand what a 'friend' is, does he? Not, at least, in human terms. And I highly doubt that he would agree that we were friends. I'm his student, it would be frowned upon by the superiors of Starfleet. "Er-well, sir, I apologize for holding you up. You must eat and I must run back to my dorm to contact my parents quickly. I will see you at approximately 1830 in your office?"

"Indeed," he agreed before I hurried off, ignoring his raised eyebrow and the feelings of curiosity, content, and-oddly enough-hope. What in the world was he hoping for?

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