Spock walked through the corridors of Starfleet with precise steps, his body perfectly straight and his expression blank. To see the young Vulcan a person would never guess at the inner conflict going on. Vulcans prided themselves on being a logical race but maybe pride wasn’t exactly the correct term to use. How could a race pride themselves on anything if they distanced themselves from emotions?<br/><br/>It was one of the things Spock had fought all his life. He blamed it on being only half Vulcan; he was sure full Vulcan’s had an easier time as they didn’t have a mother who was fully human and embraced her emotions as well as urging her son to do the same. Emotions got in the way; at least that was what he had been taught and what he believed. Without emotions you could see right to the heart of the matter but emotions were at best, difficult, to turn off.<br/><br/>He had been doing well at being a being of pure logic until three days earlier. That was when he had learned he had been assigned to a new ship under a new captain. None of that posed a problem until he learned who his new captain was. James. T. Kirk. Spock had met James as a child and then again at various other times as they both rose through the ranks at the academy. Although he found the other man to be impulsive at times; he had soon found himself thinking of him as a friend. That too posed no problem but an unwanted attraction had developed.<br/><br/>To Spock, the attraction was pointless; nothing would come of it because as two males, reproduction was impossible. Without the ability to reproduce, there was little reason for the attraction other than sex. However, lust was an emotion and emotions were things he was striving to avoid; hence the battle taking place between his Vulcan and human halves. Pausing at the turbo lift, he cocked an eyebrow as the solution to his quandary became evident. He could avoid both the unwanted attraction and the emotions that came with it by limiting the time he spent with his friend or at least making sure that the time spent together took place in a controlled environment.<br/><br/>Satisfied that he had things under control, he entered the lift that took him to the docking bay and quickly made his way aboard the ship. Confident his belongings had already been stowed into the quarters assigned to him, he headed straight for the bridge as it was the most logical place to locate his captain so he could report for duty.<br/>