Date: 2010-01-24 07:17 am (UTC)
Spock's less than reassuring comment on Christine's abilities was lost in the wake of what she said next.

"Intoxicated?" she repeated faintly, her eyes widening as she felt the bottom of her stomach drop. "Oh, God."

She dropped heavily into a chair, her mind racing in an attempt to deny it. Spock had seemed perfectly fine when she'd entered the galley. And she knew there had been no chocolate in those cookies. There was no way what Spock said could be true.

But it had to be true; Vulcans didn't lie, and at any rate there was no reason for Spock to do so. Christine swallowed against the bile rising up in her throat. What she'd done...it was no better than what Marlena had done to Bill. And Spock wouldn't have chosen you any sooner than Bill would have chosen Marlena, a treacherous voice piped up inside her head, but Christine squashed the thought immediately. That wasn't important now.

"Spock," she said at last, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Please. I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't know. If I'd had any idea...I would never have..." She swallowed again, and shook her head. "Please, you have to believe me. I'm so sorry."
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