Theresa Gemma Chey

Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU
Summary: Jim's notes on Theresa Gemma Chey.
Word Count: 644
Rating: Gen

NAME: THERESA GEMMA CHEY
RANK: ENSIGN
SERVICE NUMBER: UJ782-6454XOU
ASSIGNMENT: USS ENTERPRISE
SIGNATURE: THERESA GEMMA CHEY

      Where Zhōu is reserved and maybe shy, zir partner, Chey, is anything but.  She reminds me vaguely of Gaila, mostly ‘cause she’s got the same sense of humor.  We flirt with each other, sometimes.  It doesn’t mean anything (well, other than the fact that she’s free with her affections, as well…not as much as me, but that’s pretty rare.  Phil seems to be missing me, which only makes sense ‘cause I’m awesome, and keeps sending me delayed stories about Chris when he was young.  There doesn’t seem to be a direct rhyme or reason to it, but I suspect he might be trying to cheer me up when he thinks he should be playing bartender if he was actually here.) but I toned it down once I realized she was actually in a relationship.  We’re still more physically affectionate than average, but we’re both actually toning it down.  Well, she is if she’s noticed.  It might just be a subconscious thing.
      It might be an open relationship.  I haven’t asked, although between the two I’d be more likely to ask Chey.  Not for the reasons others might.  There’s probably some xenophobia or whatever at play, which is completely not me.  I love learning new things, and discovering new species (I can feel Boyce rolling his eyes at me from here).  I just don’t want to make Zhōu uncomfortable.  Though maybe being my overly friendly ‘uncaring what others think’ is exactly the medicine the doctor ordered.  I don’t know; like I said, I don’t have a doctorate.  I don’t like to assume, though.  I’m still learning how normal people tick, still getting used to the idea that I might actually in some ways be normal and can relate my experiences to others.  And there’s the issue that people tend to react to the same stimulus very differently.  It might make Spock uncomfortable, but I agree it makes no sense sometimes.  I’ve gotten good at telling the exact way to go about seducing somebody, guessing what buttons to push and which not to and how to judge how someone’s reacting to something I’ve said or done and change tack midway, but that’s…that’s survival, that’s because my body is kinda literally programmed for that (seriously, my empathy is best applied to reading lust, love, all those little ticks involved in seduction and while not useless for anything else it isn’t geared toward that) and to survive and not starve I’ve learned how to be very, very good at it.  I’m awful at everything else.  I’m working on it because as Captain I need to be able to do this, but.
      She’s in Engineering, and she and Scotty get on like a house on fire.  Sometimes, that’s not just a phrase.  We all share the occasionally dangerous characteristic that we like taking things apart and putting them back together better than before.  I don’t usually worry about that, except for the fact that it’s the beautiful Enterprise they’re taking apart (well, and I’m not usually there to supervise), and I don’t like it when things in the Enterprise are on fire.  It’s cool talking about the newest improvements and awesome gadgets, and she’s good to have along to fix the tricorders and communicators and anything we take along that might break.  It’s always nice to be prepared, and she’s also awesome to talk to.  There aren’t all that many early Earth shows that I can get her to watch, but she got me addicted to this British car series (one of the few things she watches pre-22^nd century), which is great.  I’m glad I finally finished it, though, because my work and sleep were starting to suffer a little and I don’t need any more reasons for Spock to Vulcan-glare at me.