Rate Of Exchange -- Part Two
"You seem distraught."
Chekov looked up guiltily. Out of consideration for Vulcan sensibilities, he tried to keep his emotions in check while inside the dwelling he shared with Mr. Spock. It would seem he had failed once again.
It must have been pretty bad this time. He hadn't even had the chance to get inside the house. Spock had come out to meet him by the fountain in the front garden.
"I... I..." The ensign struggled to regain control of himself and think of a proper coded phrase for what happened.
"Did you have another incident with Security?"
"No, sir," Chekov assured him, quickly washing the dust off his feet and arms.
"Your clothing is torn," the Vulcan observed.
"It's nothing. I will repair it," Chekov replied quickly, then reported, "Deputy Garrison Commander Tav called me into his office."
"For what reason?"
"I don't know, sir."
Spock frowned. "What did he say to you?"
The ensign shrugged. "That I looked like a Romulan."
Spock frowned hard