Commander Spock, First Officer under Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the USS Enterprise, was not Chief Science Officer for no reason. Even by Vulcan standards, the man was a genius.
So, when given a task that would make any other man crack under the pressure, his calm demeanour and logical approach to the situation was awe-worthy. It was not bravery, Lieutenant Nyota Uhura knew, but a complete lack of fear that allowed him to dive into dangerous situations in which he could not accurately calculate the odds of survival.
Therefore, when she found herself trapped, for lack of a better word, on an enemy ship - a Federation terrorist's ship, for that matter - with Commander Spock as her only companion, she could not, in all honesty, say that she was scared for her life.
If she knew anything about Commander Spock, it was that he would get them out of their precarious situation, and possibly have them home by dinner time.
And with Jim Kirk no doubt angrily chasing after the terrorists who had kidnapped his Chief Communications Officer and First Officer (who were incidentally two of his best friends) Uhura felt a smug sense of satisfaction. There was no way either she or Spock would cooperate with the terrorists, and surely the combined efforts of themselves, Jim, and the Enterprise crew at large would result in their successful rescue and the apprehension of the most notorious terror group in the galaxy.
At least, that was Uhura's belief until she was presented with the one thing that could make her go back on every pledge of allegiance she'd made to the Federation, and every personal pledge she'd made to her own morals.
A baby.
Her baby.
Commander Spock's baby.
Of all the languages she was familiar with, only two words could coherently form themselves in her mind as she realised just how much danger the Federation was in now that the terrorists had something to control both her, and Commander Spock.
Well, she thought. Shit.