Hullo there. This is my first Star Trek Fic so I'd appreciate if you'll bear with me on small trivia I mess up. Please Read and Review, because reviews are what keeps us writers writing. I have most of the plot planned, and it looks like there'll be about four chapters, but don't hold me to that.

I don't own anything that you recognize.

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"Spock? Spock, stop!" Nyota gasped, attempting to push the Vulcan away. But, he didn't want to stop. He had never once experienced the need he was experiencing now. He was so close. Close to what, he could not presume. He had not experienced this physical feeling before. Before he knew it, amidst the images of the Captain that drifted through his mind, he gasped and his vision went white. Every muscle in his Vulcan body tensed at once and it felt so good. A sheer physical exhaustion quickly overwhelmed him and he let himself collapse by Nyota's side. He lay there, panting for a moment as his body and mind slowly fell into sleep. He forced his eyes to open,

"I apologize. I do not understand what came over me. Please forgive me in my lack of logical judgment. I understand that I must have left you unsatisfied."

"No, Spock, I understand. You seem tired, so I'm going to return to the bridge and tell the Captain you aren't feeling well. Get some rest and return to the bridge when you feel capable." Nyota nodded and stood, replacing her clothes after she used the bathroom. She shot Spock one last glance, taking in his green flushed skin as he slept.

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"Lt. Uhura, where is Commander Spock?" Captain Jim Kirk asked nonchalantly, not bothering to turn to face his Xenolinguist.

"He wasn't feeling well so I escorted him to his quarters about an hour ago, Captain."

"Not the sick bay?" He confirmed suspiciously

"No, Captain, You understand that Spock is reluctant, just like you, to be there."

"Computer, could you inform me as to the state of wakefulness that Commander Spock is in?"

"Commander Spock is dormant in his quarters." The voice sounded through the cabin.

"Could you please wake him and inform him that I'm on route to inquire of his well being?" Kirk stated as he rose from his chair and exited the bridge. Lt. Uhara watched as he retreated, in no position to ask the Captain to stop, as it was his duty to monitor the welfare of his crew. "Sulu, hold down the fort."

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Captain Kirk was very aware of the 'activities' that had been occurring between Commander Spock and Lt. Uhura, and they had lately be becoming increasingly frequent, and thus increasingly annoying. Now that he needed Spock and he wasn't around, the Captain found this as the prime opportunity to call them both out. Spock was first, as he was his First Officer and had to set an example for the rest of the crew in the event that he may become Captain during unforeseen circumstances. Upon arriving at Spock's quarters he quickly punched in the Captain's override and entered; to hell with Spock's privacy, Kirk was fed up.

The lights were out, though some light shone in through the window dimly. "Lights on to seventy-five percent." He requested and the lights illuminated slowly. "Spock, wake up." Kirk commanded gently, reaching down to place his hand on the Vulcan's blanketed shoulder. It felt much more muscular than the Captain would have expected; he gave the shoulder a slight squeeze. His First Officer let out a half grunt, half moan and moved to face the wall, pulling the blankets more over his pale body, but otherwise remained undisturbed. The Captain more firmly gripped Spock's shoulder and shook him gently, "Spock, it's time to get up." He demanded firmly. This time, his friend groaned once more and stretched a bit before pushing his torso off the mattress, and flipping over to sit. Once he came to awareness, he looked up,

"Captain!" Spock said, surprised to see Jim Kirk standing at his bedside, he was sure he had flushed green at the Captain seeing him outside of his usual immaculate appearance. "If you will captain, I'd ask you to step outside so I can make myself decent to have audience with you." He requested, pulling the blanket up to cover his naked torso.

"Very well, Commander. We'll talk as we return to the bridge." Kirk affirmed as he stepped out of the room, the door hissing shut behind him. When Commander Spock joined him in the corridor, the Captain noticed he had dressed and resumed his normal pristine appearance.

"I feel that it is necessary, Captain, to apologize for not heeding my responsibilities. I was overcome by a consuming tiredness I had not encountered before and felt it was best that I--"

"Spock, it's Jim. And I know that you and Lt. Uhura have been getting it on periodically. To tell you the truth Spock, it doesn't seem like you to do things like that at all, much less while on duty." Jim explained ad the meandered slowly back toward the bridge.

"You'll have to understand, Captain Jim, that I found it to be the logical decision to comply to Lt. Uhura's advances."

"Logical during your shift? Not to mention, I seriously doubt it's was Uhura making the advances." Kirk rolled his eyes.

"Is that meant to be demeaning toward me?"

"No, Spock, I mean, guys get horny, girls don't, and even in Uhura did, she wouldn't do anything during her shift--"

"I must interrupt, but I assure you that Nyota made the advances and the initial request to engage in physical relations. I complied logically weighing due circumstances--"

"Explain to me these 'due circumstances', Spock." the Captain requested, stopping and turning to face the Vulcan.

"I am half Vulcan, as you acknowledge Captain, and I must admit, though reluctantly, all Vulcans experience Pon Farr, and I am approaching the age in which my first Pon Farr will occur. By having sexual relations and enduring a relationship with Nyota I can thusly presume that she will be willing to engage in Pon Farr with me so that I can save myself from certain death," Spock stated quickly, then in a slightly more serious tone, "As my birth mate was killed when Vulcan was destroyed." The captain just held his friend's blank stare, "I apologize, captain, for not attending to my duties. I assure you that I will explain to Lt. Uhara the nature of this issue so that it will not occur while on duty again. I once again wish to show my regret for showing a lack of following logical judgment." Spock concluded, then made his way to the bridge, leaving the captain in his wake.

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Eight Months later, Lt. Uhura's belly was bulging unnaturally as the Enterprise docked for repairs. The woman waddled, seemingly uncomfortably from the bridge, Spock at her heels. Ever since Uhura learned of the child inside her, she had required Spock's attention nearly at all times, so he has resigned himself to be at her side at all times possible, even going as far as to spend many nights in her quarters. It was clear to the rest of the Enterprise's crew that it was taking a toll on the Vulcan. His work, normally completed far before requested, was often late or unfinished, and he seemed distracted on a general basis. Of course, the Vulcan had not expressed any problems and had merely adapted to the change in responsibilities as if nothing had happened. Not only was this change affecting Spock's performance, it slowly worked it's way into Kirk's relationship with Spock, leaving the Captain increasingly irritated to not have his First Officer available when he needed him.

Their last mission had been particularly nerve-racking for the crew. When they were surprise attacked (it was an uneventful day so Chekov had been having a rather animated conversation with Sulu about the merits of being the youngest crew member), Spock had insisted that due to the stressful nature of being on the bridge, Uhura retire to her quarters because of how far into her pregnancy she was. Kirk allowed this, however an ensign had been called to the bridge that was nowhere near as skilled as Uhura. This left Kirk at a disadvantage considering he had to give orders and practically teach the ensign how to do as he asked. In the frenzy, Spock left and returned to the bridge several times, and always seemed to be missing when Kirk needed his assistance. After several handicapping damages to the ship, Kirk called a cease fire and surrendered to, who would have guessed, bandits. They a few large crates of supplies even after his negotiations, but it was worth it for the safety of his crew; so he decided to head to port for repairs and fresh supplies.

Once the enterprise had docked, Uhura turned to Spock, "You sure you're alright with meeting my parents?"

"It is only logical that I meet them as I have provided them with second generation offspring." Spock confirmed, nodding. Uhura seemed somewhat crestfallen at the unemotional response, though she knew she should have known better.

"Alright crew, welcome home!" Kirk said, smiling and rubbing his hands together eagerly as he was the first to exit the Enterprise. The rest of the crew followed suit, Spock following the pregnant woman closely as the group approached Admiral Pike "Good to see you, Admiral.'" Jim grinned, shaking his superior's hand.

"Jim, I'm glad you and your crew arrived safely," the Admiral grinned, then turned his gaze to the Captain's Communications Officer. "Lt. Uhura, congratulations on your pregnancy. You look well."

"Thank you, Admiral."

"I also wish to convey my gratitude, Admiral Pike." Spock spoke up from his position behind the other.

"Congratulations to you as well, then, Spock. Lt, Uhura, your parents are here, they asked me to tell you they eagerly await to see you in the recreational lounge. You are all dismissed. Enjoy your shore leave." The crew dispersed in several directions; Spock at Uhura's heels, heading for her parents, Scotty in search of any alcoholic drink he could locate, Bones to get away from Jim; it seemed within moments everyone was gone, leaving Jim alone. He began to leave, following the rest of his crew, when he was beckoned. "Captain." The Admiral offered, following Kirk, "I was wondering, why you chose to negotiate with the bandits instead of fighting them off. The Enterprise was well in capacity to defend itself against several small bandit ships like you encountered."

"Admiral," Jim sighed, "A lot of things were happening at once and I thought we weren't prepared," the blonde raked a hand through his hair.

"Kirk, it's important for a captain to be able to make decisions while under pressure and be an example of stability of his crew."

"Look, I know that, but Uhura's pregnant and Spock's acting weird so I nearly had no Communications Officer or First Officer and then the ensign had no idea what he was doing, we were losing our shields and taking damage I couldn't risk getting anyone killed. It was a snap decision."

"I understand Kirk, it is your choice as Captain to do what is best, however, should this problem not arise again I suggest you bring aboard some relief for Lt. Uhura in case it's needed."

"I'll consider it." Kirk grumbled, stalking off in the direction Scotty headed. He was never pleased to be reprimanded.

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"Mom, Daddy!" Uhura exclaimed excitedly, hugging each of her parents in turn. Spock remained standing silently a respectful distance away.

"Nyota, you look as beautiful as your mother did when she was expecting you!"

"Thanks, Daddy." She smiled under Spock's watchful gaze. She always had a brilliant smile. "Mom, Dad, this is Spock; he's the baby's father." The young woman claimed excitedly, coming over to wrap her arms around Spock's arm.

"Nice to meet you, Spock!" Her father smiled and extended a hand to shake, which Spock reluctantly took. This man was obviously not accustomed to the Vulcan association with touching another's hand, however it was a logical choice to ignore his own culture in order to impress Nyota's parents. Spock found himself relieved there were no other Vulcans Present in the nearly deserted room. "I'll admit I wasn't expecting a Vulcan to be Nyota's boyfriend."

"Dad!"

"To you as well, Sir, though I must admit I am only half-Vulcan." Spock acknowledged. From his pocket Spock pulled out a green-beaded bracelet for Nyota's mother in order to comply with the Terran tradition of young men to presenting his female companion's mother with a gift upon their first meeting.

"Ms. Uhura." he acknowledged, nodding as he presented the gift. The mother smiled and put it on her arm, holding it out for the others to see briefly; from what Spock could gather, the woman was pleased.

After some idle chat the four proceeded to seat themselves for a meal. Spock remained silent through most of the meal, save for when he was spoken to. Had he been specifically asked, he would have admitted to thinking the meeting be unnecessary, but he knew that Nyota thought otherwise and thus remained silent. In response to that, he let his mind drift to other matters, such as the Captain's increasing crankiness, what to name the baby, and if he'd be asked to accept relief from his position after the baby was born.

As the semi-awkward meal came to a close, the four stood. "Say, why don't you two come home to New York while you have time off?" Nyota's mother offered happily. Nyota herself smiled, "I'd love to, mom! Spock, would you like to go?"

"Unfortunately, I must decline. I have some business to attend to at Starfleet Academy. You must forgive me for making illogical plans without considering your wishes, Nyota." Spock spoke, looking at his feet.

"No, Spock, it's alright, you've done a lot for me lately, you deserve a few days alone." The xenolinguist nodded at him solemnly, "Maybe you could spend some time with the Captain, you two have been a little distanced lately."

"Perhaps you are right, Nyota. I am only a call away if you require my assistance for anything." Spock leaned down to peck the woman on the lips, but pulled away quickly, knowing that it was inappropriate, even by human standards, to show such affection in front of one's parents.

Admittedly, Spock was relatively enthused to return to the academy and be away from the impregnated woman, and was increasingly excited to request the Captain return to the academy with him, however illogical these feelings were. He should not feel a preference to spend intimate time with his Captain rather than his significant other. He was in control of his feelings.

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"Am I a bad Captain?" Kirk was already beginning to slur from his third beverage. He looked at Scotty next to him expectantly.

"Course not, Captain, you're the finest in the fleet." Scotty confirmed, raising his glass to the other male.

"I mean, the baby isn't even born yet and I don't like it. Causes me too fucking much trouble. You know I got my ass chewed out by Admiral Pike?" Kirk confided, downing his drink and immediately requesting another.

"I do now, Captain."

"And now that they got a baby, what the fucks gonna happen to my first officer? 'S he gonna run off every fucking time the baby cries?"

"Dunno."

"I mean, 's bad enough Spock don't even talk to me anymore, and he's my best friend. I know he got her knocked up and shit but would it kill him to spend a few minutes with me without worrying about morning sickness or some shit like that?"

"Sounds like you're jealous, Captain."

"Why the fuck'd I be jealous of the emotionless bastard?"

"Jealous of Lt. Uhura is what it sounds like to me."

"'M not in love with Spock."

"Didn't say you were, Captain." Scotty confirmed, getting another drink and proceeding away from the bar.