Disclaimer- I don't own the Star Trek series or characters all of that was created by the great Gene Roddenberry.
This is my first story dealing with science fiction, so I hope it is good. Therefore, with this story, I've decided to take elements from the show and the movie and combine them. The main focus of this story is Spock and Uhura, but I will also feature other characters and let them have sort of a storyline.
Spock's P.O.V.
After our experiences with Nero, Starfleet has commanded our crew to go towards, Clishai a planet in the Seyfert galaxy to investigate the disappearance of the people on the planet. It would be logical to assume that the people are dying out, but Starfleet still wants us to investigate. While on the bridge, Jim seems to appear in human terms distressed over something. "Captain, may I ask what is the matter?"
"The lack of sex upon this ship."
"Pardon?"
"Joking Mr. Spock, just tired I guess, but I can't be tired, I'm the captain," he smiled. Shortly after, he started to rub his temples. "How far is this planet we're going to?"
"It should take us three weeks to reach sir."
Huffing he slumps over. "Great, I hope we find a planet full of brothels on the way, I could use a good lay."
A strange word he would use to describe a brothel. "May I inquire about the meaning of the word lay, I am sure it does not mean to rest?"
Jim smirks up at me. "No, you and Uhura are close you should ask her."
"Captain I don't believe my relationship with Ms. Uhura needs to come up in a conversation."
"Right," he says. "Spock question why do you love Uhura?"
Love, I have a notion of the word since my father told me he loved my mother, but for exactly expressing it, I do not know. I respect Nyota for her intelligence and confidence, which I believe will be the basis of this so-called love. "I will not answer that question sir."
"Fine," he says. Leaning back, he places a call for Dr. McCoy to come to the bridge.
I feel strange about our conversation and would say I would almost feel happy that Nyota was not here to hear of it. Resuming my duties, she soon comes in and reports to her station. As we work, she tries to give me signals so that I may notice her, but I do not respond. For my human side, my so-called feelings for her are complicated; she is not like my mother or like any other female that I have met. She is the only person that has been connected to my human side. Continuing my work, I wonder about our so-called relationship. Ever since I was a child, I have been trying to master being emotionless like proper Vulcans are suppose to, but with my human blood running through me, it has been quite difficult. Now that I am on board the Enterprise with Nyota and Jim who would be considered a friend, my human emotions come out more then I want them to. I must try to suppress them more.
"Spock are you feeling alright," Nyota says coming up next to me, gently she places her hand on my shoulder.
"I am fine, just involved in my work."
"Well, you can tell me if anything is wrong."
I shrug off her hand. "There would be no need to." Sighing she goes back to her station, continuing with my work there are times when the urge comes over me to speak to her more intimately, but I cannot.
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Uhura's P.O.V.
He is struggling with something, but he refuses to talk about it; I know he is reluctant to let his feelings be known, but I hope that I can change that. Every since I first stepped into his classroom at The Starfleet Academy, I knew there was something different about him then any other man that I have met. In the time that I've known him; he still rarely expresses anything toward me. When he put his head on my shoulder gave me the knowledge that he does feel emotions and that he cannot hide them all of the time. Going into the cafeteria, I grab some food and sit next to Mr. Sulu.
"Hello Uhura," he said eating what appears to be chicken salad sandwich.
"Sulu,"
"Glad we're going on a mission far away from Starfleet?"
"Yes, I say eating some of my pasta. "Sulu, why is it hard for men to express their emotions?"
"Well, because we're taught to hide it and I know you only ask this question, because the answer would help you understand Spock. Am I right?"
"Yes,"
"I don't know much about Vulcans, but give him some time to let him come to his own senses; I think you just being there for him is going to help him gain emotional stability."
"Thank you,"
"No problem," he says eating the rest of his food. Emotional stability, how will I ever be able to provide that to Spock? Hopefully I can.
How was the chapter, please let me know and if I should continue with this story. The hardest part in writing this first chapter was getting Spock's personality and speech to match his point of view; hopefully I didn't do to bad. Future chapters will be longer.
Next chapter coming soon.