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All Hail The Queen
Title: All Hail The Queen
Author: Rolletti
Fandom: TOS Star Trek
Pairing: Spock/Uhura, Christine
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No Paramount, I get nothing for this story. I have only my imagination, so please do not attempt to take it away.
Summary: Christine's jealous rampage affects Uhura, even in her subconscious mind.
Archive: Yes
Feedback: rolletti@rolletti.com
Beta: Bandicca



"I HATE YOU!" shouted Christine.

"Christine, please!" With outstretched hands, Uhura begged her long time colleague and friend to listen.

"SHUT UP YOU WHORE," screamed Christine, as she summoned all her strength and backhanded Uhura across the face, causing blood to trickle out of Uhura's nose.

Stunned, with tears stinging her eyes, Uhura could not believe Christine would raise her hand at her or any being. The nurse stood over her looking down with eyes cold as death, her formal self buried in a grave of hatred.

"You back stabbing, two faced slut. Spock was mine. I've seen the way you made yourself the center of attention whenever he's about."

"That's ridiculous, it isn't true Christine! If you would just calm down, I could explain everything."

"There's nothing to explain, I saw you both with my own eyes. It should've been me he was kissing and caressing, me who made him moan with pleasure, it should have been my name he cried out," said Christine through barred teeth looking half crazed.

Uhura stood with tears spilling from her eyes as she watched the power of jealous rage consume her friend and whispered, "Please understand, Christine, I love him."

"LOVE…Love is what I've been doing for the past four years; preparing Vulcan meals, patching him up in sickbay and staying up all hours of the night aiding him with one project or another, so DON'T SPEAK TO ME OF LOVE," she hit Uhura again, blood spraying in all directions.

When Uhura gained her footing she stood horrified as her eyes once again fell on one who was no longer meek and defenseless. As if pulled out of thin air, Christine produced a phaser set on stun.

END




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