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A/N: This is just a random little drabble about Spock and Uhura talking about Shakespeare for no apparent reason. Can be interpreted as Spock/Uhura, or just as them being friends, whatever you want. Have fun!
Never Was There a Tale of More Woe...
Lieutenant Nyota Uhura sat quietly in her quarters one evening, reading an interestingly dark tale about a young man who may or may nor have been going insane after supposedly seeing his father's ghost, etc, etc…you know what I'm talking about.
It was late, for her at least. Usually she had lights out around nine or ten, but the story had captivated her to the point that she had to finish it, even though she could hardly understand it, and it was well past midnight.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in," she said, smiling slightly.
The doors slid open to admit Spock, a rather sheepish look on his face.
"I finished the book you recommended to me," he announced, holding up Uhura's copy of Romeo and Juliet.
Uhura's smile widened. "And?"
"…Well…it was…interesting. I mean, parts were humorous…although some of the concepts were, well…absurd."
The communication officer's smile turned into a grin. "You hated it," she told him.
"Yes, I did," Spock admitted.
Uhura stood up. "You are bad at lying," she said.
He shrugged. "It is not logical to fall in love with someone, marry them, kill for them, and then commit suicide for them all in one week."
She laughed. "I'm actually kind of relieved. I thought it was a little stupid, but entertaining. It would have been better to actually go and see a Shakespeare play."
"It's more entertaining?"
"Definitely. Next shore leave, in fact. I'm taking you to Ashland, Oregon. There's always something going on there."
"Ashland, Oregon?"
"It's in the United States, north of San Francisco."
"Fascinating."
"Would you rather see a comedy or a tragedy?"
"I have no opinion on the matter."
"I think you'd be able to appreciate a tragedy more. I hope Hamlet's playing. So, who was your favorite character in Romeo and Juliet?"
Spock thought for a moment, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, closed it again, then spoke: "Mercutio. I don not know why. He was the most illogical of all."
"Sometimes it's more interesting that way," Uhura replied, shrugging.
"Perhaps."
A short silence intervened.
Then: "Want to take on Twelfth Night?"
"Must I?"
"Yes. It would be logical to experience the other end of the spectrum. You've read a tragedy, now try a comedy."
Spock gave Uhura a barely perceptible smile. Logic was a strange thing, he reflected.
FIN