A/N This story was inspired by the excellent music video on youtube entitled 'Red' written by Taylor Swift There are scenes from both Star Trek 2009 and Into Darkness. This music video was edited perfectly and made me think of a new story. In actuality, I was not planning on writing another long fic for quite some time, but as I said, the video spoke volumes to me. Hopefully the story will just be around ten to twelve chapters. Updates will probably be weekly.

So here goes…

Loving Her Is Red

Chapter One

For all of his life Spock had been aware of his ability to see emotions as swirling colors in his consciousness. This was not unusual for a Vulcan who also saw them as a mathematical equation. With visions of his mother the soft swirls of pink, lavender, corals and pure white surrounded her. These indicated their bond, his affection and closeness. There was no such colorful visual manifestation when he observed his father, white, surrounded him which indicated their bond was present but exhibted no warmth. Spock did not expect such, for his father Sarek was Vulcan. He was the paragon of Vulcan thought and conduct. His son, Spock's hold on 'The Vulcan Way, up until this time had mirrored his father's-staunch. unbending, and at times, unrealistic.

His years at Star Fleet Academy had been unparalled in its success His ongoing tenure as an instructor was likewise rewarding and a source of constant research and discovery. This was not only in the academic setting but also in self-discovery and his dealings with non-Vulcan species. Up until this time the group that he found most challenging were Terrans or as they had been called for centuries, humans. While it was true his mother is human, her singular impact on him did not in anyway compare to being surrounded daily by this group who had been relegated as inferior by The Vulcan High Council. Perhaps that group's ruling was based on Terrans' great range of emotions which they never hesitated to reveal. Sometimes a human's feelings might be voiced even at the lack of conern for even a friend's feelings. A humans' negative expression could be voiced, with no regret or apology. Within Vulcan society, such conduct was unheard of. Nothing external was allowed to disturb the Vulcan's appearance or conduct which exuded calm, peace, and the mastery of logic.

He had experienced the familial bonding with both of his parents, in turn the extension of that bond to other family member and as a faint echo, all of his species that lived on planet. Spock had never personally initiated a bond. Even his bond at seven to T'Pring was not of his own making. As he looked back, he shuttered at the absolute impropriety of such a union. When she initiated the removal of the bond, Spock was relieved. That made his life so much more simple. This was especially so since he had no intention of residing on Vulcan for any extended period of time. He had no indication that he wouild experience the feared Vulcan experience of Pon Farr. Hopefully, when he was genetically engineered that component had been left out.

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A new school year was before the entire body of instructors. He was going to teach three subjects, Vulcan I, Romulan 1, and Language Structure. The only thing that had raised a bit of trepidation was the interaction that was necessary for him in order to teach phonics which would require close interaction with his students. He felt a bit intimidated by that prospect, after all lectures did not even require his personal interaction at all, just the dispensation of information. He always felt the most comfortable in a lab, with monitors, keyboards, specimens, PADDs, all things that require no personal interaction. In that setting what was required was just the taking of notes, running experiments, and other activities that did not required him to converse with any creature that had conscious thought. However he communicated with machines on a level that was par excellent

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With the approach of the new school term Spock had surrounded himself with inventive, methods to avoid excessive interaction with his assigned students. Of course his classes would start and end on time. If he was giving a lecture, he would not unpack his bag which would allow him to leave immediately after his disbursing of information. All inquiries would be in written form, submitted to his personal com. Those circumstances he was certain would limit the amount of time he would be forced to spend in these young persons' company. What Spock had not included in his equation was the persistent nature of one of his students, who was not ever one to back down if she was convinced that her argument was correct, logical and sound. Uhh Oh!

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Fighting With Heris like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer

Well, we could say it started with a stand-off. The lecture had just concluded and Spock was about to place his bag on his shoulder ready to make a hasty retreat when he heard a feminine voice, surprisingly, speaking in perfect High Vulcan.

"Lieutenant, please, a word?"

As he turned to identify the source of the inquiry he observed the face of his newest student, a young woman whose name immediately came to mind, Cadet Nyota Uhura. Putting forth his best effort to not show disappointment through body language he said,

"Proceed, Cadet"

"I wish to inform you that humanity's emotional nature is not catching. By the way you leave in such a rush, I am convinced that you are afraid of us. This is especially the logical conclusion since you have advised us that all inquiries must be forwarded to your com for consideration. Our emotions, while at times quite explosive, illogical, or even unreasonable are part of our DNA which is permanent and are passed on only by reproduction and thus cannot be transferred to you by any means."

"Cadet, am I to presume that you are…unhap...not pleased with you class?"

"Quite the contrary, Lieutenant, I am very well pleased with the information you dispense, but find you lacking in your communication skills. I can fully understand that for a race of humanoids that do not have to communicate verbally, that could be the logical way of expression when dealing with one another. However for a non-telepathic specie this should not be the case. However, Sir, this is an institute for teaching and learning and it would appear that it would behoove all instructors to seek out the best way to fulfill their obligation to the students so that each party reaches their full potential as instructor or student.

"I wish you to know that I do not wish to be viewed as disrespectful, just anxious to reach my full capability."

"You are quite through Cadet Uhura?"

"With all due respect, Yes Sir."

"Then you are dismissed"

The female looked him full in the eyes and then said,

"Thank you Sir, have a pleasant afternoon."

Memorizing her…is easy as knowing the words to your old favorite song

As she turned he noticed the scent of the perfume she was wearing and the scent of her hair as it followed the propulsion created by her rapid about-face as she smartly turned and left his presence.

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Spock readjusted the shoulder strap of his bag and before he exited the room he took in a quick glance to see where the Cadet had finally stationed herself. She was with a group of young females who were looking over their class notes before they left the auditorium. What was unusual was that there was a signature color that seemed to bathe her presence, simply illuminating her. How odd.

Of course as a logical being, he could not let the statements of the Cadet affect him in an illogical way—such as by being angry at her revelation. No, instead he would analyze her statements, weight them against known facts, determine if any observations were in fact truthful and then perhaps he would see if there were any adjustments he would be willing to make in his style of teaching.