Smooth Operator
Title: Smooth Operator
Author: Rolletti
Fandom: TOS Star Trek
Pairing: Uhura and Spock
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.
Summery: Uhura is on leave and meet a dashingly handsome man who wants to give her the perfect gift, himself
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While on shore leave, Uhura exited one of many shopping establishments with more packages than she could carry. Shopping being her favorite past time, she decided to get an early start on her Christmas shopping, which was first on her list of things to do.
In her mind's eye she was occupied with this list when she bumped into a very handsome man who was extremely confident that he, and only he, remained the universal gift to all females. The over-confident character steadied her when two of her packages toppled. Valiantly, he quickly reached out to save them from any damage that might occur upon impact with the ground. Uhura was most grateful, and expressed her gratitude to the attractive man with a smile others say outshines the sun and melts the hardest heart.
"No problem little lady, that's what I'm here for, to serve you in any way possible," he said, while demonstrating his most charming smile and tactlessly admiring her from head to toe.
Uhura had seen his kind before and courteously asked for her two packages so that she might continue her errands. She believed giving him an ounce of attention would encourage the disillusioned creature to believe she was interested, so her smile hid partly behind a grey cloud to discourage any further pursuit.
The man protested and said, "Oh no, it will never be said that I, Andrew T. Johnson, had neglected his civil duty, and left a damsel in distress on the streets. Delicate morsels such as yourself need me at such a time, and I'm more than willing to help escort and carry these heavy burdens of yours. You're too beautiful to let something like this be distressing to you, sweetheart. Let me...lighten your load." His sultry, baritone voice ventured to weave its spell as he plucked another package from Uhura's arms.
An image of a slippery snake came to mind as she tried to retrieve her packages from the imbecile who was suffering from a clear case of narcissism. Uhura found it difficult to deal properly with Mr. Johnson due to the extra load she was juggling, causing her headache to worsen with the stress of the day. Nor did the high humidity at the noon hour help Uhura's situation as it assisted her clothing by clinging to her shapely form, concealing very little to Mr. Johnson's eyes.
Uhura, who was perfectly capable of dealing with the man herself, found that she was completely helpless as she held onto her remaining purchases, some fragile. What she wished to do to the scoundrel would certainly be frowned upon by the local authorities and most of all, Captain Kirk. Therefore, she only took pleasure in knowing what kind of pain she could inflict on the unavoidable Casanova in a matter of seconds.
Smiling a crocodile's smile, Mr. Johnson drew a little closer, causing her to turn away from the horrible offense of his cheap cologne. Unfortunately for Uhura, he interpreted her actions as a pretense of timidity, therefore encouraging him to step closer, entering her personal space, willing her to fall under his spell.
"Forgive me, I am sorry to have left you waiting, Nyota. Permit me to take these items from you, sir and I thank you for your assistance in my absence," informed Spock, as he claimed Uhura's packages for her.
"What? Who are you?" asked Johnson as he stood looking up at Spock, offended.
Uhura was relieved to see Spock suddenly standing next to her and taking control of the unpleasant situation. Where he came from she did not know, nor did she care.
Spock could see the tension melting away from her body as he collected part of her packages from her arms as well. Afterwards he turned to the imposing stranger displaying a look humans found unnerving and most intimidating. He therefore wordlessly dismissed the man once again.
Mr. Johnson's prominent adam's apple bobbed a bit as he met the Vulcan's eyes, then turned uneasily towards Uhura.
"I…I…I apologize miss, it would seem you are in capable hands. Now if you please, I will take my leave of you." He reached to kiss Uhura's hand, but thought better of it when he looked at the chilling Vulcan again, and decided on a gentlemanly bow instead.
Johnson walked away quickly feeling Spock's eyes burning into the back of his head and wished to put much distance between them. He roughly bumped into a strikingly beautiful woman causing her to drop her packages, but this time he only excused himself and kept walking, snatching glimpses of Spock as he looked back, who in turn was still staring after him.
"Nervous fellow, isn't he," Spock quirked a brow.
Uhura laughed at that statement after watching Mr. Johnson's hasty retreat, and thanked Spock for coming to her rescue.
"Yes, well, the captain insisted I take advantage of this leave off the ship. I just happened to be at the fruit stand on the corner when I noticed your predicament and discomfort with Mr. Johnson."
"You know him?" inquired Uhura when the man was referred to by name.
Spock came very close to sighing when he said, "How often you forget the range of my hearing abilities Ms. Uhura."
"Sorry, Mr. Spock, you're right of course, I'm just not thinking straight right now. You know, sometimes…well…I'm embarrassed to admit, especially in front of you, that the simplest situations just makes me want to break down and cry."
"Please refrain from such an emotional outburst, Ms Uhura."
"Yes, Mr. Spock."
"You beamed down early this morning to begin your usual shopping spree, and judging by the number of packages you have, and the hour, suggests you have not stopped to have your lunch. Observing the wrinkle in your brow seems to indicate a headache, most likely from the heat and humidity. Follow me, Ms. Uhura," he said as he walked away with her things, not allowing her the chance to comment or protest.
Within minutes, Spock had her sitting at a table in a cool, dry restaurant eating a fruit salad and drinking a tall glass of refreshing juice native to the planet. He joined her for lunch as well after he had Kyle beam her parcels aboard, requesting them to be delivered to Uhura's quarters.
"I feel much better and my headache is almost gone. Thank you again, Mr. Spock for coming to my rescue and your administrations," she said as she lightly placed her hand on his, as she so often did.
Spock received the cool touch and warm thoughts she emitted, and placed his unbound hand faintly over hers; something he never did in the past.
"It will never be said that I, Spock, had neglected his civil duty and left a damsel in distress on the street," his expression remained blank, yet his eyes shined with the slight imitation of Mr. Andrew T. Johnson.
Uhura tilted her head as she took note of the slight contact, his message loud and clear. She welcomed and encouraged the touch of the new smooth operator.
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