Talyn sat in one of the overstuffed chairs in her office, feet propped up on the coffee table. She had a couple of hours with no appointments so she was settled in to read the latest edition of Psychology Today. It wasn’t difficult to stay current with what was happening in her field, but she had to make time for all the reading that was involved. Taking a sip from the fresh mug of coffee in her right hand, Talyn eagerly dug into “When your patient believes they are mortally contaminated with parasites”.

Kree, CNS

T’Mor stood outside the counselor’s officer, her hand hovering just out of reach of the chime. This was a drastic measure, her coming of her own free will, and not even bothering to make an appointment. She pulled her hand back at the thought, perhaps she should make an appointment, and see the counselor later. Much later, like maybe in a few weeks…

No, she externalized the thought by shaking her head slightly. This needed to be taken care of. So, T’Mor pushed forward and rang the chime.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

Counselor Kree was just rising from her chair when the chime sounded. Her vision swiveled to the door as she wondered who her visitor was. She continued to the replicator for a refill of the creamy, coffee while calling out, “Come in.”

As the blue lights of the replicator danced, the doors to the corridor parted and she saw Lt T’Mor standing there.

—Kree, CNS

T’Mor stood tall in the doorway, as tall as she could at 5’4”. Her hands were clasped behind her in a dignified sort of pose as she stepped into the room. T’Mor waited until the door closed completely before speaking,

“Counselor Kree, I require your assistance. I am very upset, and I have been unable to control it.”

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

Seeing the agitation of the Lt, Talyn was quick to react. “Well, it just so happens I don’t have an appt for another hour so we’re in luck. May I get you something from the replicator? Tea, perhaps?” As the comforting offer was made, she took a hard look at T’Mor. Micro-expressions could tell a trained observer a lot and the officer’s face left no doubt to the counselor.

“Please come in and have a seat. What has you so anxious?”

—Kree, CNS

T’Mor nodded and took a seat. She would normally appreciate a cup of tea, but she could stand the idea of anything in her stomach right now. She sat of the edge of the chair, legs crossed and hands in her lap.

“It appears I have made an error in my judgement Counselor,” she said calmly, eyes drifting up from the floor, “I falsely concluded that my recent promotion would have solved a dispute between me and my family remaining on Vulcan. It appears, however, that it not the case.”

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

The counselor sat across from T’Mor. “What kind of a dispute are we talking about?” It wasn’t unusual to have someone want to work out a problem with family, but the involved parties usually lived on the ship with the officer. Vulcans didn’t normally bring issues to a ship’s counselor, but there was one sitting three feet in front of her and she was going to do what she could to help.

—Kree, CNS

“I do not see how that is relevant,” T’Mor said, straightening up, “My issue is my own feelings, in that I am unable to control them.” She paused, realizing how defensive that must have sounded.

“Apologies Counselor. I should not be the one to say what is or is not relevant in this case.” after a pause she continued,

“As you know, I was only recently promoted. I received what I would characterize as ‘positive feedback’ from my colleagues, as well as my husband. My mother and sister however, have yet to respond. It is possible they have simply not received the communication but…” T’Mor left that thought hung in the air, afraid of pressing further.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

Being trained to listen, Talyn didn’t respond to T’Mor’s immediate barking about the counselor having the wrong idea, and was rewarded with an apology. “It’s possible your mother and sister haven’t had word about your promotion yet, of course, but it’s unlikely. Did you try sending the communique again? And how is your relationship with them?”

—Kree, CNS

“I…”

T’Mor struggled to find the words, she was already showing a great amount of vulnerability but still felt even now the need to pull back. “We do not have a relationship. Not since I left. I was… expecting this to change when I told them.”

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

It seemed the Lt needed to do some informative and emotional unpacking. “What happened right before you left? And where did you leave them?” Kree was very aware and more than a little curious as to why the Vulcan officer was displaying emotions not often seen in her species. The counselor would have to be careful she didn’t inspire the science officer into any physical displays of anger or irritation. Vulcans were very strong, so keeping herself calm and open would hopefully keep T’Mor in line.

—Kree, CNS

“If you are referring to the first time I left Vulcan,” she said, attempting to regain control,

“I don’t know what I’m referring to. You said ‘we do not have a relationship. Not since I left.’ ” Talyn looked at the Vulcan thoughtfully. “Never mind, continue, please.”

“My sister had been chosen over me to attend the Vulcan Science Academy. She left home shortly after, and my mother recommended I find my place somewhere else. I was, according to her, not suited for…” T’Mor shrunk back more in her seat, clasping her hands together so tight her knuckles were pale.

“I try to follow the teachings of Surak. I believe it is possible for me to master my emotions, to follow logic and reason. That is precisely why I do not wish to continue to have these feelings.”

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer

So, T’Mor was an unusual Vulcan because she had feelings and emotions. “Vulcans who haven’t gone through Kolinahr have emotions, but there’s a buffer in place that first uses logic, reason and intellect to analyze the emotion before reacting or responding. The goal for your species is to internally acknowledge the emotion that has been elicited, dispassionately look at the reasons and decide what response makes the most sense. Have you been through Kolinahr? How many times?”

—Kree, CNS