The BLTS Archive - Interludes
#3: Quisas, Quisas, Quisas
by T'Kuht (lngbrnchlady@yahoo.com)

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"Miss Uhura," Commander Spock said softly and signaled for her
to join him at the center seat.  The communications officer
stood at his elbow. "Yes sir?"

Keeping his tone low so the others could not hear, he stated,
"You are close friends with Miss Chapel, are you not?"

"Yes sir."

"Has she revealed how she knew Dr. Korby was alive when all the
evidence pointed to the contrary?" Spock inquired.

Uhura's brown eyes were confused. "No, I don't think she had
any inside information.  I mean she just knew; she felt it
deep down."

Spock shook his head, "That makes no logical sense."

Uhura smiled at him, "But that's just it, Spock.  Woman's intuition
isn't supposed to make sense or be logical."

"Then you are saying that she did have a mental link with
Korby in some fashion?"

"No, well it's like when a mother knows something is wrong
with her baby.  Surely you know about that.  You do have a
mother, don't you?" the communications officer teased.

Spock rose one eyebrow. "That is a rhetorical question and a
sarcastic one as well."

The lieutenant winked. "You're catching on.  Christine is the
most. . .  loyal, devoted personality I've ever met.  She's lived
on pure old fashioned Human faith for four years.  She said
her friends all told her she was either smart or stupid."
Uhura nodded at the ice planet rotating below them.  "And
considering what we found today, I'd say she was the smartest
of all."

Spock thought about this a moment, "Perhaps you are correct."

The communications panel bleeped and Uhura returned to her station
leaving Spock to contemplate Exo III.  Miss Chapel's devotion was
something he could barely comprehend.  He felt no such compunction
toward T'Pring, and he knew for a fact that if he died in the icy
vacuum of space she would not waste the time in mourning alone.
Perhaps if he'd had a more warm-hearted wife he would not have felt
the need to go so far into deep space.  Perhaps if he'd had a choice
he could have chosen someone like Christine Chapel whose eyes lit from
within when she saw him.  Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. . .

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The End