Ambushed
Title: Ambushed
Author: rolletti
Fandom: TOS Star Trek
Pairing: Uhura/ Spock & others
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No Paramount, I get nothing for this story. I have only my imagination, so please do not attempt to take it away.
Summary: Uhura doesn't quite know Spock like she thought she did.
Feedback: rolletti@rolletti.com
Beta: Ava. All mistakes are my own.
Archive: Yes
Standing in Dr. McCoy's office aboard the Enterprise, Kirk rejoiced with his two friends after he had been pronounced dead on Vulcan by Spock's hands. Dr. McCoy's quick thinking fooled even the great T'Pau, Monarch of Vulcan, after he injected Kirk with the Neuroparalyzer instead of Triox that would have helped alleviate his breathing. McCoy's performance at Kirk's simulated death was rewarded by an electrifying emotional outburst from Spock when he saw his captain and friend alive and well after he returned to the ship.
It was the dinner hour and the Enterprise sustained orbit around Vulcan at Spock's request. This did not raise any brows by the Vulcan council because they believed the Enterprise crew was deeply mourning the loss of their captain.
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Kirk noticed Spock as he entered the mess hall and waved him over to where he, McCoy and Scotty were sitting. Spock acknowledged him with a nod but he did not join them. He instead stood near the door with his hands grasped behind his back, searching the mess hall as if he were on a mission looking for someone in particular. McCoy recognized that stubborn, stoic pose, and with curiosity, watched as Spock found who he was looking for. Without stopping to greet his friends, the First Officer of the Enterprise walked past their table, determination in each step. Spock's eyes were on Uhura and he never removed them as he maneuvered his way around tables, chairs, and people standing in his path.
"What's that all about?" McCoy whispered as he and Kirk exchanged glances.
"Hmm…strange. Do you think he's still suffering from...."
"No, I checked. His physical readings are back to normal, unless he's had a relapse."
Uhura looked up and saw Spock heading her way. Quickly, as if she did not notice him, she returned to her meal, tearing the food off her fork with more force than necessary.
Christine was puzzled over her dinner companion's sudden bitter fury. This evening she expected to be able to lean on Uhura for support because of Spock's devastating news of having a wife, but after the impact, her friend seemed to turn as cold as ice, ignoring all but the captain's orders and Spock's piercing stare. At the time, Christine did not understand what was happening between the two, she was too stunned for further thought. Instead she turned away because of the excruciating pain written across her face. She could not utter a word.
Later that day, before lunch, she had asked Uhura to join her for dinner, despite the numbing effect of Spock's news. It was extremely difficult getting the communications officer to agree, but Christine refused to have people pitying her as the news of Spock's wife gained strength and speed through the ship's grapevine. Therefore, it surprised Christine when Uhura unexpectedly became interested in her meal and ate with vigor.
When Uhura numbly sat down to eat her dinner, she remembered Spock's last words on the bridge. Throughout the day, her mind re-played his answer to her question, over and over without ceasing, tormenting her. "She's lovely, Mr. Spock. Who is she?" "She is T'Pring…my wife." The unexpected blow affected everyone on the bridge. Not only hers, but Christine, McCoy and Kirk's eyes grew as they came to rest on Spock, while he continued to watch the vision of Vulcan beauty before him. Astonished, Uhura remained at her console, her eyes unable to leave Spock's phlegmatic poise. The large lump that formed in her throat became a choking obstacle as her world plummeted into a hellish nightmare.
Although Uhura was not watching Spock's approach, she could hear each and every defined step he took in her direction. Time began to move slowly as her mind blocked out every sound; only she and Spock existed in the room. The heels of his boots striking the floor echoed, each step making her blood boil.
"Ms. Uhura, I wish to speak with you… in private," commanded Spock when he arrived at her table, clasping his hands behind his back.
His unexpected presence caused Christine to drop her fork. When she tried to retrieve it, her hand clumsily knocked over her glass, spilling juice onto Spock's perfectly polished boots. Stoically, he stood watching Uhura, disregarding everything and everyone in the room.
Blushing, Christine tried to clean up the mess she made while expressing her many apologies. The excitement caused heads to turn and everyone, including the captain, noticed that Uhura returned to her meal, totally ignoring Spock, and Christine's clumsiness.
"It is of most importance that we speak, Ms. Uhura, in private," stressed Spock.
"I'm eating, Mr. Spock."
Astonished, Christine stopped wiping the table. Her blue eyes sent a, 'what are you doing,' warning. She looked at Spock nervously and whispered to Uhura, "Ny, Mr. Spock wishes to speak with you. I suggest you get up and go."
"Sir, I am off duty and I am enjoying my dinner with my friend, so whatever you must say can be said here. If not, I am scheduled to report back to duty at 0600 hours." Uhura, refused to look at him.
"My motive of discourse is of a private nature and demands immediate attention," said Spock unmoved.
Uhura returned Spock's intent look with an icy one of her own. Everyone in the room spoke in hushed tones, feeling the tension as they watched the two dueling officers.
"Am I to understand that you are refusing a direct order?" asked Spock.
"Is… it… an order?" She whispered with rage.
"Yes, if it will serve my purpose, yet if you choose to ignore it, I assure you, I will have you escorted by security and thrown into the brig where you will, without fail, listen."
Uhura looked at him with her mouth gaped, then straight ahead, refusing to be intimidated. She sat with arms and legs crossed, and her back ramrod straight as she mirrored Spock's chilled expression. This was a battle of wills and Uhura was well aware of her perilous position, but the overwhelming hostility she felt toward Spock would not allow her to concede.
Christine could not believe what she was witnessing. For the second time that day she did not understand the strain between the two. She looked around at a loss for words, and that was when she noticed for the first time, two top security officers standing by the entrance, awaiting orders. She reached across the table, beads of perspiration appearing on her forehead and upper lip appealing for her dear friend to go with Spock. Uhura adamantly ignored her plea.
Keeping his eyes on Uhura, Spock held two fingers in the air and beckoned the two burly guards to attend. They austerely approached Uhura, dressed in full gear, including phasers, as the mess hall erupted with noisy whispers.
As security walked by the captain's table, Kirk, McCoy, and Scotty stared dumbfounded as they saw them approach Uhura. Kirk trusted Spock in every decision he made, but for the first time, he had to admit, he had his doubts. He decided to remain seated and watch the outcome of Spock's…logical conclusion.
When security reached Uhura, the head guard asked, "Are you Head Communications Officer, Lieutenant Nyota Uhura, serial number SC 442-9922?"
"Yes," she answered, her eyes flashing at Spock, who was also looking at her stoically.
"Ma'am, I'm placing you under arrest for disobeying orders of a Commanding Officer, Starfleet Order 103 Section B. I ask you to comply and please accompany us to the brig."
You could hear the gasps around the room as Uhura slowly stood with raised chin and proceeded to the door. Christine grabbed Uhura's hand not believing she would not protest, and said, "Wait, wait, please wait?" She looked pleadingly and frantically at Spock while security began to pry her fingers away. As tears began to sting her eyes, Christine asked, confused with a touch of anger in her voice, "Why are you doing this, Spock? This isn't like you! She didn't do anything that's worth all this. Please, please, Spock, call them off."
Spock ignored her just as if she did not exist and ordered the guards to take Uhura away. The room erupted with murmurs of disbelief as everyone saw the favored Communications Officer vanquished and escorted out by security.
Kirk, McCoy, and Scotty moved toward Spock, perplexed and angered as well. They could not fathom Spock's logical reason for placing Uhura under arrest and demanded an explanation.
"Spock, what the devil do you think you're doing?" Kirk inquired.
"I am going to ask Lieutenant Uhura to marry me."
Spock walked out of the room leaving three men speechless and an unconscious nurse at their feet.
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Spock stood on the outside of the force field watching Uhura in her small cell as she tightly gripped her seat while swinging her crossed leg, flexing the beautiful sculpted muscles. She would not give Spock the satisfaction of making eye contact, and he could not deny her the anger she felt.
Watching her reminded Spock of the first time Uhura was angry with him and how in that instant a veil was lifted…he wanted her for his own.
There were no logical equations to analyze, if anything, the revelation was illogical, but for the first time in Spock's well defined disciplined life, he did not care.
Morale had been low and the upcoming months did not look very adventurous; a distraction was needed. At the captain's request, Uhura planned to put on a surprise concert for the crew. To prepare, she and Spock had been working together on one of Earth's twentieth-century pieces.
Close to the date of their performance, Uhura stood with one hand on her hip and the palm of the other on her forehead. Spock watched her silently as she paced the room mumbling incoherently to herself as she had done for weeks. He now understood this demonstration was her way of keeping her anger in check.
"Let's take it from the top, shall we?" she said, the muscles in her jaw working.
Spock repositioned the lyre and played while keeping his eyes on Uhura, taking his cues from her since she knew the piece better than he. The music contained a rhythmic understructure that, according to Uhura, he had not mastered. Spock found it strangely amusing to have her as his music teacher and thought it odd that he would take comfort in the boldness of her confidence. Uhura accompanied him just as she had for the past four weeks, enthusiastically performing, working the stage and dazzling her would-be audience with expressive Nubian eyes, only to stop halfway through…again.
With flashing eyes, she said rather forcefully, "Spock, what…what are you doing? You're butchering…you're…" Uhura took a deep breath to calm herself, but her voice shook uncontrollably with the effort. "When I first chose this, you assured me you could play it!"
At that moment, in the fabric of time, Uhura unconsciously stole Spock's very logical and disciplined heart. Without realizing his lack of disgust at her emotional display of anger, Spock watched her with growing fascination and awe. No one spoke to him in such manner, only his mother dared. McCoy's demonstration of hostile and irrational behavior at times was not calculated into the equation. Uhura's pupils dilated, her nostrils flared, her lips…her lips he noticed for the first time. They made…an impression.
While Uhura's venting continued, Spock slowly lowered his mental shield, an act deemed unthinkable to Vulcans at such a time. The onslaught of her pure, raw, uncontrolled emotions made such an impact, that he had to raise his shield a seventy-five percent. There was never a logical or illogical reason for him to do this around humans, until now. Spock wanted to experience this assault in order to help him understand the unfamiliar sensations he was experiencing concerning Uhura. Her clipped words, followed by a well-manicured finger to accent each one, effectively expressed just how angry she was.
Uhura's un-shield mind sent waves of semi ordered thoughts accompanied by a whirlwind of chaotic emotions. As Spock fully replaced his shield he said, "It is a wonder you do not exhaust yourself."
"What?" she said confused.
"You remind me of an impressive mythological creature: a Shapeshifter, except with you, there is a constant change of emotions instead. One moment you're calm, but when your circumstances change for the worse, you are controlled by this overwhelming burst of anger that is expressed, first non-verbally, then very audibly. Soon, you will be calm, just as you were when you entered this room."
"Forgive me for being so bold, Mr. Spock, but the music, that's what we're discussing, the music!" She sighed before she began speaking again, "Look, I know you suppress your feelings…"
"You acknowledge that I have feelings?"
"Yes, Spock, now back to the music, just this once I need you to perform with zeal. You cannot play this particular piece as if you're describing the dry air quality of a desert. I need passion, Spock, passion, and I need you to give it to me!"
Both of Spock's brows rose into the air with her pleading words.
// How ironic. // "Yes, you are quite right. I will endeavor to do so, Ms. Uhura."
It was that very look that illogically captured Spock's heart. How he preferred facing her wrath then, than facing her now in the brig.
// Is it now safe to enter? That is the question. // he thought.
Spock dismissed the guards, silenced the hum of the blue security field, and stepped into the lioness' den…cautiously. He noted the increased rate of his own heart as he crossed the threshold and sat opposite the enraged woman.
"I know you are displeased."
"Displeased? That is an understatement, Spock, I'm furious! Why didn't you tell me about T'Pring, your wife?"
"Nyota…"
With flashing eyes, Uhura, quickly crossed the small cell and stood in front of him and said sarcastically, "No, you don't owe me any explanations. It's not as if we've been seeing each other for a whole year!!!"
"Nyota…"
"No, no, no don't touch me! I don't want to hear anything you have to say, especially if it has the word logic in it, because there is nothing logical about this. We've been intimately involved for some time, and I would think you would have the decency to say, 'Oh by the way, I'm married.'"
With firm steps, she turned to exit her cell, and at that moment the power was re-activated causing her to come to an abrupt halt. As she turned to face Spock, she saw him sitting collectively calm with the remote to the force field in his hand.
Uhura's amber eyes narrowed sinisterly and she returned to her seat with nostrils flaring. As the force field hummed its familiar song, Uhura's skin darkened further when she was possessed with an overwhelming and unrecognizable anger. She found she had to perform breathing exercises before continuing. In the past, Spock had taught her some disciplines of Vulcan control and she now relied heavily on them.
Spock silently watched as the discipline of control took place, the pulse in her neck was not as prominent.
"How long have you two been married?" She asked, hatred dripping with each word.
"Nyo…"
"I thought what we had together was 'tangible and unique.' It isn't romantic, but those were your very words, Spock." Hurt, she whispered, "Were you thinking of her while you were making love to me?"
"If you would allow me to…"
"Don't talk me, I don't want to hear it! I know Vulcans don't speak of love, but you knew how avid my feeling were, how I've refused you nothing and professed my love for you. You've touched my mind, you saw no doubt, and yet you refused to mention that one little fact, your marriage? I deserve better than that, Spock. Are there little Spock's and T'Pring's running around on Vulcan too? Don't," she said thrusting out her palm, silencing his reply.
Spock watched her as she paced the small cell, her anger growing stronger again with each step. He made eye contact as she stood in front of him again, speaking through clenched teeth.
"All this time, all this time we've been together and you've never mentioned her. Why?"
Silence
"You dragged me in here and you're not going TO SAY ANYTHING?" she screamed against her will, the small thread of self-control snapping.
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McCoy followed Kirk into his office five minutes after Spock left for the brig. There they sat in silence looking at one another with disbelief.
"When did all this happen, Jim?"
"You got me, Bones. Spock never mentioned their relationship and neither did she. Now we know why he's avoided Christine and her advances for so long, he really wasn't interested. Why didn't he say anything?"
"You know how Spock is about his private life. I do know one thing, arresting Uhura is no way to gain her affection. Well hell, are you gonna flip that switch? I wanna hear what's going on."
Kirk sighed with relief because he was itching to do that very thing. With a crooked grin, he flipped the switched marked 'Brig' after asking the computer which cell Uhura was located in. They listened as she ranted and raved at Spock, and they interjected little comments of their own such as, "Oooo, she's right about that, poor Spock, that's gotta hurt" and "He's made love to…lucky devil."
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After the Captain and McCoy stepped through the door and into the mess hall, everyone ran toward the intra ship com unit and pressed the 'Brig' button, reserved for Top Officials only. They listened in as the Enterprise's latest soap opera fell on their ears. A few crew members passed out popcorn, with and without butter, while someone else said, "shhh," whenever a newcomer arrived.
The crew also had a thing or two to say in Uhura's defense. Things such as, "Oh yeah, she deserved better than that, that serpent. He's a Vulcan, can he just do that? Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a dog." Someone said while speaking around a mouth full of popcorn, "That's why… you should never get emotionally involved with a Vulcan." There were gasps in the appropriate places while others shook their heads with disbelief and disgust as they continued to listen.
Bodies leaned in to hear more when the com became quiet. Some did not realize they were holding their breaths while other's eyes were as big as saucers waiting for Spock's answer.
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"That will be enough, Nyota," said Spock, threatening.
News of the, "Spock/Uhura Brig Affair," which it had later come to be known as, had spread all over the ship and everyone was appalled to hear Spock's never before heard aggressive tone as they listened in.
"You will sit down and I believe the correct term is, 'shut…up.'" he commanded as he stood toe-to-toe with her.
Uhura gasped along with 428 crew members as her mouth revealed teeth that hardly saw daylight. Shaking from pure rage, she said, "How dare you stand there and speak to me that way, and after what you've done. I want..."
"What you want and need is for me to perform an old earth custom known as a good spanking, and I am tempted to do just that. Now, sit."
"What we do in bed has nothing to do with right now," she shouted.
856 eyebrows rose into the air, including Spock's.
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"I didn't see that comin'," said McCoy.
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"Sit," said Spock, standing over her, looking directly into enraged amber orbs.
Uhura did not move, but seconds later she thought about her unusual confinement and did not doubt that Spock, whom she believed had clearly lost all sense of reason and who also never bluffed, would make good on his promise. Swallowing hard, she took a step back before she turned and sat facing away from him, fuming as she tried to regain her composure along with her dignity. Sitting in silence, her anger ebbed away to self-pity.
// I can't believe I've been taken advantage of and used, by Spock of all people. //
Uhura blinked away unshed tears, daring them to fall as she thought about her long road toward healing. She and Spock shared so much over the past year. Even she was surprised of their relationship and how it bloomed into something so unbelievably beautiful, it often took her breath away.
Weighted sorrow refused to remain buried deep in her heart, therefore her tears defiantly escaped. Despite her tortured feelings, captivating thoughts of her intimate year with Spock rushed through her mind's eye. Scene after scene appeared vividly--dining with Spock in his quarters as friends at his invitation, him in her quarters reading poetry, discussing the deeper meaning of the selected art. The scene changed to the rec. room as they performed for the crew, daringly teasing each other as their friendship grew. Once again, the setting changed, this time to Spock helping her with spilled items from one of her shopping sprees. She remembered how she had blushed as Spock, with eyebrows raised and a slight smile, helped her by handing her a pair of pink delicate lace panties.
Listening to Spock play one of Vulcan's most difficult compositions one evening gave Uhura a new sense of adventure; when he had finished, he placed the lyre on its stand and she asked if he would be interested in giving her lessons.
"You may find me a difficult teacher."
"And you may find I'm up for the challenge. I know you'll expect nothing but my best, while patiently enduring my many mistakes."
Spock took note of her raised chin as he scrutinized her assessment of him. He leaned over to retrieve the lyre, surprising Uhura as he positioned it in her lap.
"Lesson number one…"
"We're beginning now?"
"Are you needed elsewhere?"
As Spock stepped behind her, Uhura nervously swallowed as she experienced that tingling feeling of late every time Spock stood near. Surprisingly, she heard him deliberately inhale as he allowed himself to come within her personal space. He was subtle, but she heard him all the same.
Uhura saw him kneel beside her and watched as his hands hand slowly reached for hers. When they made contact, she realized she had been holding her breath. His fingers began to leave a burning trail as they caressed their way up her arm and up to her cheek. She turned into that welcoming touch…
"Ms. Uhura!"
Uhura jumped to find Spock positioning her fingers on the strings; she had been daydreaming. What she did not remember during her state of embarrassment was Spock's touch telepathic abilities--he saw the whole thing.
Four months into her lessons, Spock informed Uhura of what he saw on her first day of instructions and asked to officially court her. Uhura was rendered speechless as he informed her that he too had been interested in her for quite some time. After the initial shock of Spock's revelation, Uhura transformed into something she had never expected to be; a shy female. She shook herself free of what she considered a form of weakness, as well as an insult to Spock, and answered, "I would be honored, Mr. Spock."
Spock and Uhura experienced much within their new relationship, some challenging while others were most favorable. After five months had gone by, the two were unable to spend time with each other for a week after hours, due to an urgent assignment and busy schedules. Although the mission was no longer top-priority, Uhura could not be sure when she would be able to see Spock off duty. Because of his duo positions on the Enterprise, she was sure he was accompanied by a mound of work to be analyzed and filed.
Uhura dressed herself into something comfortable after following a shower in the sonic, and settled in for the evening. She restlessly wandered around her quarters after an hour of unsuccessful reading, while inevitable thoughts of Spock invaded her consciousness just as he had the previous week. Only this time she felt overwhelmed by his absence. As she aimlessly walked around her room, the mirror caught her attention. Watching her own expression verified what she was feeling and she sighed.
"You're hopelessly in love girl. Don't try to deny it," she stated to herself.
During their courtship there was never any physical contact, except during her lessons. The two shared and learned of the other, never assuming anything because of cultural differences. Captured by the transparency he sometimes allowed her to see, Uhura admired his aristocratic air as he used his distinguished brows to accent what he was saying. But now with his absence the quietude seemed to consume her. She rubbed her arms and nearly jumped out of her skin when the chime to her door rang. She held her breath wondering and wishing it to be Spock, and when it chimed again she nervously smoothed her hair and clothing. Clearing her throat she said, "Come."
"Oh good, you're still up. I just ran out of pink nail polish and the ship's store is closed. Do you mind if I use some of yours?" asked Janice Rand as she went straight for Uhura's collection of colors.
"You know, you have such a variety, can I use this one instead?"
"Sure, Janice, choose which ever you want."
"I think this should do it. No this one. Wait, ohhh, this looks nice."
"Well, if you don't like it, bring it back and choose another," said Uhura smiling as she followed the retreating Janice out the door.
"Thanks, Uhura, I hope I didn't disturb you too much, goodnight."
"Night, Jan."
"Hey, are you alright? You seem a little down," Janice observed.
"Only because you're taking away my favorite polish and I know I'll never see it again," Uhura said teasingly.
"Hey, that only happened once."
"Once?"
"Okay, three times, but I promise I'll return this one tomorrow."
Uhura giggled and said, "I'm just kidding and everything is fine. I'm just a bit tired that's all. Now don't forget, if you change your mind about the color, you know where to come."
"This will do, thanks again."
Janice was not much of a distraction for Uhura, regardless of the short visit. That same unquenchable urge to see Spock remained, causing an ache deep within. When Uhura reached to put away her reading material the door chimed again. She smiled as she thought of Janice returning to select another color and said, "Come."
When she turned around she found Spock standing in her doorway, his hands held behind his back, his eyes…enlightening. Arbitrarily, Uhura swallowed down a rush of emotions that threatened to surface before she greeted him, and invited him in. Spock spoke of his regrets of not being able to see her sooner, and Uhura whispered how much she missed him. Without thinking, she leaned against his chest and his arms enveloped her on their own. Realizing how uncomfortable Spock must have been feeling with the contact she began to back away. To her surprise she found his arms tightening about her preventing her retreat.
As they sat enjoying each others company on the small sofa, Uhura, surprising even herself, interrupted Spock and expressed her desire to teach him the human art of kissing. She was quite astonished herself when he demonstrated his desire, after he carried her to the bedroom.
Many nights Uhura was swept away with melting sensations as she caressed rippling steel covered by that taut Vulcan skin. His voice would wash over her as he called her name, sending her rapturously trembling over that highest peak she could never obtain in the past. The things he did with her mind as well as her body created a oneness between them so deep, it formed an insatiable need that demanded daily attention.
// "She is T'Pring, my wife." //
The cruelty of her mind poured salt on the exposed gaping wound of her heart, bringing fresh tears to her reality as she tried to control them.
"The Captain will hear about this illegal arrest and abuse of power and come down here to release me from this…this madness," her shaky voice betrayed her.
"I promise you, no one will come to your rescue, Nyota," said Spock as he stood watching the back of the beautiful creature that had strangely captivated him.
"I don't see why I'm here," she said with a catch in her voice. "Let me go, Spock. There's nothing else to be said. You have T'Pring and… and I refuse to be your plaything to do with as you please. I won't let you…"
"Nyota, I am not married. T'Pring is not my wife."
The effect of that statement silenced Uhura as the blood seemed to drain out of her face. She felt the floor begin to slightly spin underneath her feet as she held onto her seat, embracing its solid mass to keep her steady.
Trying to comprehend his words, Uhura replied, "But you said…"
"Vulcan children are telepathically bonded, which is a pre-arranged marriage at the age of seven to guarantee the continuation of the Vulcan race. My grandparents did not believe it to be necessary for their children, while my father deemed it essential considering my combined heritage."
Uhura delicately wiped her eyes before she turned toward Spock, her expression unreadable. He noticed how relaxed her shoulders were, so he continued.
"My bond to T'Pring was less than a marriage, but more than a betrothal. It is a difficult concept for out-worlders to understand. Years ago, T'Pring had found another while our bond remained. My mother found out and sent word to me. One point five years ago to be exact. I did not contest it. For years I had interest in another, yet my commitment to T'Pring would not allow me the freedom of choice to pursue that someone. I went to Vulcan today, as planned, to lose T'Pring to Stonn, her choice in life. There was an unforeseen flaw to my plan that put the Captain's life in danger, however, I am pleased to note he is alive and well."
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"Aye, Kyle and I thought the captain was dead fer sure the second we beamed him aboard," said Scotty to the captive audience.
"Vhy are they so quiet? I vonder vhat they're doing," Chekov whispered.
"What I would give to see what's going on in there," replied Palmer.
Some in the mess hall looked at the com as if to will more of its secrets, while others took advantage of this break to discuss the outcome of Uhura's imprisonment. All departments aboard the Enterprise had their own opinion, and pretty soon there was a wager of 300 credits that Uhura would dump Spock.
"Hush, everybody. Spock's speaking," said Sulu.
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"I have never mentioned T'Pring because she was nothing more than an afterthought. I have not seen her since I left the Science Academy on Vulcan, and that was in passing only."
The ship's heartbeat could be heard throughout as its occupants became silent when they noticed Spock's voice becoming unexpectedly softer, captivating and beseeching.
He hesitated as he approached Uhura, and she allowed him to reach out and claim a shaking hand. He gently stroked the smooth exotic skin of her middle finger with his thumb as he looked imploringly into her eyes.
"You...are that someone I wanted to pursue. For years we have worked side by side and I could not request a deeper, more personal relationship. When you walk into a room, your scent teases my senses, driving me to the point of affliction, a constant reminder that you could never be mine.
"It was with great difficulty to know of men who had shown interest in you. Especially the good doctor, M'Benga, he seemed determined in his pursuit. It was pleasing to see that nothing became of the relationship."
Uhura listened as relief washed over her like deliverance from the very pit of hell itself. The sound of her beating heart seemed to drown out Spock's last words as she was overcome with the urge to release a flood of tears and scream for joy all at once. She sat in silence, breathing fast and deeply as she desperately tried to hold onto what small dignity she had.
// He's not married, hold it together Ny, ohh he's not married. //
Uhura looked into Spock's eyes and could see the pain she caused with her previous words, as well as the pain he caused her. Looking back at the beginning of her incarceration, she realized that she had never seen Spock look so…desperate. She wanted more than ever to alleviate the pain of misunderstanding.
Slowly dropping to his knees Spock took both hands into his own and whispered, "Nyota…."
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"Turn it up, Scotty, I can't hear," shouted a crewman.
"Shhh," said everyone in the mess hall as Scotty, leaning against the wall, reached up and increased the volume to maximum output. There were looks of anxiety and curiosity as some looked around at friends wondering of the outcome. There were those who kept to themselves, listening as they fingered a cup or bowl, and others just held their chin in their hands or looked out into space. It was so quiet, that when Lieutenant Jefferies dropped a tray near the dispenser, everyone gasped in fear. They did not want to be caught by the captain, especially Scotty. He was setting a bad example by participating, but because of his own romantic interest in Uhura, he simply could not help himself.
Kirk's finger twitched as McCoy turned up the volume level, the creaking of his chair was the only other sound in the room as he folded his hands back across his chest.
Beads of sweat appeared on Kirk's forehead as he listened, anxious for it to be all over. A feeling of trepidation for his friend consumed him with the thought of Uhura's rejection. She did not look like a woman in love when she was arrested by the one who would ask her to spend the rest of her life with him. After all was said and done, he would check to make sure the arrest did not go on record.
// This is to be kept within the family. //
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"Nyota, it is said that Vulcans are superior beings, we have accomplished much in our journeys within this universe and have gained much knowledge from our past. I have had this knowledge bequeathed to me from early childhood. But…the Vulcan philosophy, the Vulcan logic and discipline I have lived and honored all my life, have not prepared me for the flaw I would encounter from the teachings from the time of the beginning."
"A flaw?"
// A question. It is most pleasing and satisfying to hear. Hope remains. //
Spock's brows were drawn together as he tried to explain.
"I am in a constant state of confusion because you are…an intriguing mystery to me, an equation I cannot solve. How is it that my mind is stimulated by the very thought of you? I have asked myself this countless times with no possible answer. You have made me aware of intense emotions such as desire and frustration. You are an intelligent, strong, independent woman who intrigues me, who incites me to feel and to concede to see life in a different perspective.
"Nyota, you possess me in ways I did not believe were possible, and these… emotions, if you will, I believe have left me vulnerable. I am aware of you as I sleep and every waking moment. When I rise in the morning I cannot help but to first deeply inhale your lingering scent after you have gone, a reminder of our passions from the previous evening. It is most illogical to dwell upon your cries of ecstasy, your soft contours, and…especially when you..."
"Spock!" said Uhura as she noticed his increased breathing and far away look.
"Yes, forgive me," he said as he looked at her again. "As I was saying; these…feelings are quite alarming, and might I add, Nyota, contradictory to Vulcan teachings. It is imperative that I am in compliance to that way of teaching, for I am a Vulcan."
"I don't understand. I've never asked you to change in any way, I wouldn't want you to."
"I merely state that it is the Vulcan way I will continue to live by after I declare my love for you, although…I am…pleasurably changed when we are together. However after today, I will not utter such a word again."
"What word?" she asked knowingly, but always wanted to hear.
Spock quirked one brow and purposely took the bait.
"Then I quote, Ms. Uhura, 'I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.' Elizabeth Browning."
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Janice looked dreamily at Sulu, sighed and said, "I sure could use a Vulcan like that."
"Well, there's always me," he said as he moved a little closer smiling.
Janice turned the opposite way toward Chekov, sighed and said, "I sure could use a Vulcan like that."
Kirk looked at McCoy and said, "After a line like that, Bones, I'd marry him."
"I'm going to faint if he doesn't ask her soon," said Janice.
"A Vulcan in love is enough to make anybody faint," said Tina Lawton.
"Yeah, sounds kinda creepy. I mean, it's Mr. Spock," said a third class yeomen with a shudder.
"Shhhhh."
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"Dagnabit, this is the one and only time Spock admits he has feelings, and I'm not there to rub it in. Ahhh, this, this would have been the statement that would have brought down the house for sure, Jim, and we're the only two to hear it. The injustice."
"Well, it took a special woman to drag it out of him, a human woman I might add, and what a woman."
"Amen to that," toasted McCoy, a lascivious grin on his face.
"They've been quiet for quite some time. Hey, I'm gonna head down to the mess hall, I'm in the mood for some coffee. Fill me in when I get back. If I know Spock, this will go on for another twenty minutes as he analyzes everything. Want me to bring you something back?" asked Kirk.
"No thanks, Jim. Hey you'd better hurry; you know secondhand isn't as good as hearing it for yourself."
"I'll probably return before he starts talking again." With that, Kirk walked through the door after it swished open.
"Spsss, Jim," whispered McCoy standing outside the captain's quarters, waving Kirk back. "He's talking, the coffee can wait. This is a historical moment."
When he hurriedly headed back, Kirk thought it strange that the hall would be so deserted at this time of the day. He continued back to his quarters figuring the crew could not get into too much trouble orbiting Vulcan. The two friends sat down again in front of the com unit as the saga continued.
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Spock remained silent, giving his words time to completely register.
// Are you not in the brig under arrest? He's married one moment then…this is all so confusing. What are we doing? Where do we go from here? I cannot deny I love him. My love, it's so deep that I died on the bridge this morning when he told me of her. He said I possess him; if he only knew how much of me he possesses. Look at him with those, those gorgeous eyes that paralyze me, but like I said before, are you not in the brig under arrest? I can't believe he actually arrested me! Hmm, I'm sure I'll see this as a very romantic jester in the future that he will find, 'most illogical.' I'm the only one to have penetrated that secret place of his heart, what an honor. His hands are so warm. I would have missed those hands as they…." //
"Nyota!" said Spock with a slight smile.
Uhura blushed with the understanding that Spock knew exactly where her thoughts were going.
//How does he do that? //
"I require your full attention, Nyota."
"You have it, Spock," he heard her say, a little embarrassed, bringing a deeper crease to the corner of his mouth.
"I have come to a logical conclusion, and based upon my findings, I have discovered it sufficient to petition you to join me as we ameliorate our interrelationship by your becoming my consort."
There was complete silence as Uhura looked at Spock slightly confused yet knowing.
"Spock, I know I'm head of communications, and I'm proud of my skills, but I believe you give me too much credit at times."
Uhura gazed into eyes accompanied by dark sculpted brows and met the gentle, luring lips that came to claim hers in lieu of an explanation. Spock's kiss caused Uhura to melt as his arms encircled her small waist, pulling her against his body. She began to tingle all over basking in his strength, his warmth and his alieness as he held her. Lost in the intimate pleasures of Spock's passionate kiss, Uhura leaned further into his arms relishing the experience that she thought was lost to her.
The feeling brought her back to their last encounter when Christine entered Spock's room unannounced with Plomeek Soup, almost finding them together in Spock's bed, her medical clearance overrode the lock. After yelling at Christine and someone else in the hall, Uhura grew very concerned. It was unlike Spock to show any type of emotions outside the bedroom. She noticed his agitation a few days before that, and decided when he came back into the bedroom it would be a good time to talk with him about it. But when he returned extremely insistent and zealously passionate, her distress was quickly forgotten.
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"Are they... they're kissing!" someone exclaimed.
"With all that moaning, I'd say passionately too."
"It sounds like maybe it vill go further than that."
"Chekov!" Everyone gasped in unison.
"Vhat?" he asked surprised by their reaction.
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Spock had not held her like that since their last encounter, and although it had only been a day, he felt as if it had been a lifetime. Resisting the urge to take her right there in the brig, he reluctantly broke off the kiss, distinguishing the fire of lust that ignited within him. Spock stood up and pulled Uhura after him, reclaiming her hands. He relished the coolness of her skin, hers the only touch he had desired, the only touch that would soothe and quench the inflamed forces that would visit him again in seven years.
"Nyota, will you accept my offer of proposal of becoming my bond-mate, my wife?"
Uhura didn't look surprised, but somber as she contemplated Spock's question. Her hesitation caused Spock to drop her hands and step back to re-evaluate. He assumed she would say yes immediately, but instead he found her indecisive.
"You do not wish to marry me?" asked Spock, who once again hid behind the wall of Vulcan, but his eyes could never hide the truth from Uhura. She knew he was hurt.
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In the mess hall where shipmates gathered around the com, dead silence blanketed the room. Some wiped away tears as they anticipated the romantic story coming to an end with Uhura's rejection, and others sat looking at crew members with an "I told you so" expression. All the same, no one moved until the final verdict was in. Meanwhile, mouths remained opened and those holding their breaths began to turn a shade darker without realizing it.
Christine, who sat in a corner all to herself, sat a little straighter with a raised chin and a smug expression. It would seem there was a bit of victory to claim as she realized Spock's predicament. She was sick of the sympathetic glances from everyone, especially from her subordinates. With a slight smile, Christine, head nurse of the Enterprise, smoothed stray hairs back into place of her upturned hairdo and continued drinking her juice.
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Kirk and McCoy were disappointed due to Spock's unanswered question hanging in the air accompanied by Uhura's silence. The outcome was obvious, as each subdued their desire for future wedding bells.
"You know, he hardly asks for much, but when he does, it's a doozy. Well, surely his well-trained, disciplined mind won't allow him to slip into depression, but then again, Jim, he's never allowed himself to be totally exposed either."
"Two women and two rejections all in one day…it's cruel. That's never happened to me. I…I couldn't handle it...I…"
"Pull yourself together, Jim! You gotta be strong for Spock! Don't forget, this isn't about you," McCoy looked at him with disgust.
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The heels of Uhura's boots were unusually loud when they struck the floor as she slowly walked around Spock with her hands held behind her back. She was unable to make eye contact as she said, "I'm sorry, Spock, I'm sure this is all unsettling, after all we've shared together alone, our talks and…our courtship in general. Of course you'd expect me to say yes right away, but there was the revelation of you having a wife, then not having a wife. Rejection combined with humility is a hard pill to swallow, I know. If you would have asked me yesterday, I would have said yes right away, but today I've seen some things that are quite disturbing to me. I mean, there is my arrest, in front of all those people no less. Then there was that threat of a spanking, although I much enjoyed your administrations in the past, I believe you were very serious, which surprised me, because I didn't think you were for corporal punishment. And then there was your raised voice, which was quite…threatening. To be refused and vanquished are newfound emotions that you must learn to deal with, I'm afraid," said Uhura grieved.
She came to a halt in front of Spock and slowly approached him as she looked into eyes deep in sorrow. Uhura tilted her head to one side and crossed her arms over her chest, her nails tapping her sleeves.
"Now," she said with a wicked smile, "I believe I am somewhat vindicated." Her smile deepened until her body shook with repressed laughter. She could not contain the giggling fit the longer she looked at the confused expression on Spock's face, which had begun to turn into concern.
"Let that be a lesson to you for humiliating me in front of everyone. Of course I'll marry you, Spock. I can't help myself…I'm in love."
Spock looked at her with creased brows, not understanding the humor, but the lesson was well-learned.
Uhura bit her bottom lip and encircled his waist with loving arms as she stroked his back and said, "Now kiss me, my soon-to-be-husband, before I change my mind."
"How does your agreement to marry me change if I prolong my actions to kiss you?"
"It's a figure of speech, Spock."
"Ah, so you would not change your mind?"
Uhura's smile slowly disappeared as she studied her reflection in his dark brown eyes and said, "No, Spock, never."
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The mess hall erupted into cheers and popcorn whizzing through the air as several hopefuls left their seats to hug their nearest neighbor, while various crewmen became poorer as they said good-bye to a week or more hard-earned wages.
Christine could not believe the turn of events and what it all meant. She discreetly picked up her belongings and left the mess hall, bound for an evening of deep sorrow and a bottle for a very private party.
All over the ship were sounds of applause and celebration as people gave hardy claps on backs and animated smiles of relief.
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McCoy released a rebel yell that left Kirk's ears ringing. The two shook hands heartily with smiles that hurt, as they envisioned the two locked in a lovers' embrace.
"Well there you go, Jim, another happy couple to join in the bonds of marriage. I must admit, I never thought he had it in him. Can you believe he showed up with security?" asked McCoy, grinning.
"I guess he knows her better than we do, Bones, because it was obvious she wasn't going to give him the time of day."
"You know, I could almost believe if the guards hadn't shown up, he would have carried her out of there himself, but not before he performed that nerve pinch and thrown her over his shoulder."
"He did have that determined look on his face when he entered the mess hall."
"Yeah, he only looks that way when he discovers a new anomaly," said McCoy.
"Oh, he discovered an anomaly alright. I'd have never guessed they were seeing each other, but when I look back, the pieces to the puzzle fit perfectly. Once he accompanied me on leave, without me ordering him, mind you, and purchased a beautiful pair of earrings. I noticed it wasn't just any pair, it contained the Desire stone. I asked him who he was purchasing such a costly piece of jewelry for, and he said it was for the human woman in his life. I thought he meant his mother."
"Well, naturally," said McCoy as he poured himself and Kirk a drink. Both men lifted their glasses for a toast and McCoy said, "To Spock and Uhura…, may they eventually get out of that brig."
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"Oh, Spock, Christine, I must…"
"I do not wish to discuss Nurse Chapel on our wedding day, Nyota."
"Wedding day? You want to get married today?"
"Why not? We are still orbiting Vulcan, and there is no logical reason to prolong the inevitable." He pulled her closer and said while whispering with a deep tone he had learned to use to capture her absolute interest, "To delay will only increase my desire to completely possess you."
She leaned further into his embrace and said, "I would say the possession's complete."
"Ah, not so. There is the mental bond that is essential to the Vulcan marriage. I have somehow miraculously won your hand, and as my betrothed, you are to make an appearance on the land that has been in my family for over 2000 years, where the bond will take place. A Vulcan ceremony is in order, otherwise our Federation nuptials alone will not be recognized as legitimate."
"Well, it seems you have everything figured out. Do I have to change into something else, or will my prison garb do?" she inquired while smoothing her red uniform.
"You have thirty minutes to freshen up, and what you have on is sufficient. My parents were not required to attend the earlier ceremony because of their presence at the bonding rite when I was seven. They will now attend in order to meet the one I have chosen, the one who will share my name and my properties."
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"Alright, alright back to what you were doin', the excitement is over," said Scotty as he turned off the com.
"Aww, come on, Scotty, turn it back on."
"Get on wi' ye, there's work to be done, and a weddin' to plan. We," he paused sadly, "know all that we wanted to know."
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"I didn't know you owned your own home, Spock! It would be nice to see…you said properties--plural. You have more than one home? Why? You're hardly there as it is."
"It is my inheritance, and because of it, once we are married, you will be referred to as Lady Nyota, alike my mother."
Spock's countenance was well-controlled as Uhura studied the windows to his soul, and as she looked deeper, she saw… a mystery.
"Spock, I have a feeling you're not telling me something. Who are you…on Vulcan?"
"I am Spock, First and Science officer of the Enterprise."
"Yes, I know that. Go on."
Hesitantly, he removed his arms from Uhura and slowly turned towards the still-activated force field. For the first time in four years, Uhura saw Spock waver before providing an answer to a question. This piqued her curiosity. Spock never wavered.
"It is the Vulcan way to make a name for ones self. It is unsuitable to stand on the name of one's immediate family and ancestors."
"Well, logically, if I am to be your wife I must know your family history." Uhura challenged.
Spock had never spoken of his family's past, not even to Kirk. T'Pau officiating at the earlier ceremony revealed to his friends just how important his family's status was on Vulcan. He was rarely known throughout the Federation as the son of the famous Vulcan Ambassador and highly honored Professor Amada Grayson, except to those whose field of study was in Hybrid Genetics. Uhura had used logic against him and he admired her for that. Spock found he had no choice but to comply.
Turning toward his discerning bride-to-be he said, "Very well, it does seem inevitable. My grandmother is T'Pau of Vulcan, and my ancestry goes back to the Time of the Beginning, established by my patriarch, Surak, the Vulcan Philosopher of logic."
Uhura was speechless as she listened to Spock unveil his family history starting with T'Pau and working his way back to Vulcan's most reputable and highly honored, before he ended with Surak. Many questions went through her mind, yet she could not utter a sound. Spock stood with his hands placed behind his back and silently watched Uhura as the knowledge of his heritage manifested.
"So reading between the lines, I'd say you're Spock, Prince of Vulcan, and one day to become head of your clan."
"It is not permissible and inappropriate to boast of one's life and family status, Nyota."
"But I'm right."
"Yes, you are right."
Uhura smiled and embraced Spock again, resting her head on his chest. She took comfort in his warmth and solidness and said, "Well, aren't you full of surprises? Don't worry; your secret is safe with me."
"It is not a secret. Anyone who chooses to…"
"It's a figure of speech, Spock, let it go," said Uhura as she tried to avoid a long lecture on Vulcan family research. She tilted her head and asked one more question before they would leave the brig.
"Spock, is there something else I should know before the ceremony, something I am required to do or say?"
Once again, Spock pulled away from Uhura and silenced the vibration of the security field. As he stepped out of the brig, Uhura followed a few paces behind. She was happy to be released from the pit located in the belly of the ship. Unfortunately, she found herself facing the intense light of the field again and looking at Spock inquiringly. His expression was completely gaurded as he prepared an answer to her question.
"Yes…there is one more thing. Once the ceremony is over, you will be my wife…and my property."
"What?!" Uhura gasped as she stepped a little closer to the field, the hair on her skin beginning to rise. Whether it was from the field or Spock's revelation, she could not tell.
"The female becomes the property of the victor when there is a battle fought for her hand in marriage. I would like for you to know I have fought harder here with you than on Vulcan with the captain…and with him there was bloodshed. Although it is an old law, one I have always found distasteful, I now zealously embrace it after the combat with you this evening."
Spock stepped closer to the dangerous field as he piercingly bore into Uhura's eyes, what she saw in them rendered her utterly speechless. Spock instantly changed, he was no longer recognizable; he became the warrior who lurked underneath 2000 years of logic, ready to claim her as his victorious prize. Uhura, along with many in the Federation, was unaware of the mysterious appearance of these champions prior to taking a wife, with or without Pon Farr. Uhura witnessed this proud, arrogant being as he stood tall before her, and with a start, she recognized this same warrior from a few days ago when Spock threw Christine, along with the soup, out of his quarters. When he returned, he feverishly made love to her, dripping with lust in its purest form. For hours she felt as if she would die from sheer ecstasy, from mental and physical pain and pleasure. Spock's untamed grunts joined the ancient rhythm as he savagely devoured his prey, who accompanied him with nails digging and gripping sheets, while deep, uncontrollable moans of exquisite bliss escaped her parted lips.
Outside the brig the warrior spoke in old High Vulcan, asserting his claim over Uhura, by Vulcan rite. He warned her that death was the only force in the universe that would risk taking her from him. Holding her eyes, he whispered a warning, "I covet what I own, I kill for it; there are no options. Do you understand?" Uhura was appalled and quite taken aback as the strong and formidable warrior was determined to will her into submission as he moved closer to the dangerous field, his expression deadly. "Do you?" Uhura nodded as she swallowed nervously, not able to remove her eyes from his. "Say it," he commanded. "I…I understand," she whispered.
Painfully, Uhura realized she was holding her breath as the Spock she knew slowly returned with softened eyes, saturated with the protection of logic. As oxygen filled her lungs, Uhura's world came into focus as the reality of Spock's words registered. He watched her a moment more and spoke suddenly.
"I must speak with the Captain and make arrangements for the ceremony, moreover speak with T'Pau and explain my earlier actions…and Dr. McCoy's. There is no doubt she will be displeased about the deception. I will release you in twenty minutes after you have calmed yourself. I do not wish to look for you if you choose to go into hiding. After all, this is a big ship," said Spock, quirking a brow teasingly.
He walked away with the sound of Uhura's thunderous threats till the sliding doors silenced her angry cries. He was not troubled, for he knew she loved him above all Vulcan tradition, as he saw it and her devotion eight months ago during a meld; therefore, he left her there in the brig to figure that out on her own.
// Indeed the battle is won. // he said to himself with satisfaction.
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"I don't know about you, Jim boy, but I'm not settin' one toenail on that planet. I mean, I think we wore out our welcome the first time," said McCoy, his southern drawl apparent, his nerves on edge with Spock's expected request.
"I'd rather not face T'Pau either, Bones, but Spock will expect us to stand by his side. It's his right, remember. I'm sure unlike T'Pring, Uhura won't challenge, even after what just happened. I can confidently say I believe Spock will walk away married this time."
"Marry? Gosh o mighty, Jim, he done gone and ruffled that gal's feathers agin'. Listen to her hollerin'. The last thing she's thinkin' about is gettin' hitched!"
"Excuse me as I consult linguistics," Kirk sighed as he reached over and snapped the off switch to the brig.
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Spock and the now calm bride-to-be stood on the platform in the transporter room with Kirk and a cantankerous McCoy. While Scotty checked the transporter board, Spock decided it was time for Uhura to be informed of one more thing about her wifely duties.
Standing on his disk behind his friends, Spock leaned over and whispered to Uhura about Pon Farr and all that it entailed. Her eyes grew large with the revelation while Kirk and McCoy shifted uneasily as they overheard shocking details they were not aware of earlier.
"Spock, I'm surprised you'd tell me such a thing now, and in the presence of our friends," she whispered.
"They can not hear me I'm sure, and as to telling you now, like I said before, this is a big ship to look for you if you choose to go into hiding."
"I wouldn't run from you, I'd face you in the challenge. Besides, this is a bad time for teasing Spock."
"I assure you, I am not teasing."
Mesmerized, Uhura studied Spock, reading his face like only she could and said, "Hmm, an out of control sexual experience…what a shame it only happens every seven years," she whispered back.
"Yes, I was sure that would please you," said Spock with a slight smile and exotic memories of the past year.
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