Three days after sending her letter Lieutenant Uhura received a reply via a private electronically coded message on her Padd. It read:
Lieutenant Junior Grade Uhura,
To answer your inquiry: Illogical No but impractical and unnecessary. The fact is you are there to undergo rigorous training that could one day save your life or the life of a crewman, not for sentiment or emotional reflection.
My concern for you goes well beyond the present therefore, I must remind you that continuing to focus on your mission, in whatever state you find yourself in, is paramount.
With the proper training, you will remain in peak performance and health. As I know every mark and hue of the epidermis layer of your body, you must concentrate and find your 'center'. Your body's tone and definition will continue to be pleasing to behold and unmarred by combat. Unmarred by combat but in time, marked by the labor of a child someday whose marks are necessary and fruitful.
Training and commitment toward your goal, our goal, is what must be in the forefront of your thoughts and actions. Many times I have forced myself to 'center' and perform my duties despite my need to seize you and take all that you are willing to give to me.
Moreover, inadequate sleep fosters inefficiency so I meditate. However, I am finding it increasingly difficult to meditate without knowing that you are fairing well. I must surmise that Starfleet would not hinder its Cadets incapacitated without alerting ones family. So, I have been in constant contact with your mother and father and they report no such notice. Your letter did assist in alleviating some internal strife I was having. Thank you.
As for the Starfleet apparel, I feel compelled to stress the need to retrieve it. I understand it holds sentimental value however, it is Starfleet issue and regulation states that one cannot relinquish apparel without prior approval or permission of said officer. You must return the shirt to me. I will give you something in trade.
Nyota, my assumption is that you are reading this correspondence at a late hour. Please follow protocol – take a shower, put on your sleeping apparel, my T-shirt if you must and press received on the bottom of this message so that I recognize you have complied.
Commander SpockLt. Uhura read the note twice and sighed, "He's right you know. I am here to do a job but I still really miss him." she said to herself as she turned begrudgingly to head towards the shower.
Lt. Uhura walking out of the bathroom, Spock's t-shirt on, her hair still wet from the warm water, walks quickly to the Padd she had deposited on the bedside table. After reading it once more she presses received. Almost immediately the Padd registers another addendum to the previous message. It read, "Summon Me, Nyota – My Ko-kugalsu"
Uhura was puzzled but did as the directions instructed. Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she called for him. But she knew, although strong, her 'summoning' him was very limited as they were not married yet and did not have the full strength of the marriage bond.
"Concentrate girl!" she said, scolding herself for her lack of focus and tries it again. Uhura slowly opens her eyes and moves quickly pass the Padd, whose message began to play an early 21-century song and opens the rear back window.
Climbing in with stealth precision, someone tall, not so dark but incredibly handsome Vulcan moved forward closing the window, locking it behind him and drawing the curtains. Looking down at her, he tilted his head slightly to one side, "I believe you have something that belongs to Starfleet?" he asked dryly, with that damn half grin on his perfect stone cold face.
Here is the song the Padd played as Spock entered, Enjoy. (Big Wicked Smile) YouTube - Come To My Window