Summary kinda: Spock is reprimanded for a list of offenses he's done at the Vulcan Science academy and IDGAF about getting expelled.
His mother is horrified by his behavior and his Sarek is like GTFO of Vulcan and out of my sight. At that, Spock first he plans to do his own thing but then in a very tough love moment Amanda tells Spock ' I signed you up at Starfleet Academy you leave in the morning'. At first Spock starts to rebuff her but then after she threatens him with being disowned he begrudgingly packs and leaves off for Earth.
He hates Earth because it feels cold and wet and the women he meets while seemingly loose in morals are just as reserved as Vulcan females for the most part. So he adapts himself for the most part to the new world and new way by throwing himself into being the best he can be in Starfleet so he can go home without the threat of being disowned by his mother.
All of this goes well until he gets tasked with an aide position to Commander Nyota Uhura. Spoiler: THEY DO NOT GET ALONG, until they do and boy do that. This is basically a crack/smut/drama lite fic
C'mon, c'mon three more Nyota growled within her mind as she straightened her arms back up into the plank position. She dipped once more, huffing as she fought to control the speed and brought her nose to the ground. One hundred ninety seven. She grunted and pushed slowly back up, down and up again. On her last dip down her left arm buckled and threatened to bring her down.
" No!" she chided herself aloud and relocked her arm. She would finish this push up and finish her round. Resuming her descent Nyota lowered her body once again much to the protest of her core and biceps and rose up once again with triumphant huff of air. Two-muthafucking-hundred.
Nyota collapsed onto the floor and rolled onto her back. Panting up at the ceiling she mentally checked her list of one less item. She had a physical coming up for her position as first officer aboard the Enterprise which she now felt was more or less secured.
Nyota Uhura earned her way in everything she possessed. Nothing was left to chance if she was able to influence the outcome. In grade school, she studied for college, at university she groomed herself for the academy. Second best wasn't the best and anything other than goal wouldn't cut it.
With only three years under her belt, Nyota graduated a year early and earned commendations under every Captain she served under. James T. Kirk had been the best one by far, just as driven and in love with adventure as much as she was. Now she had a chance to be one step closer to the chair by coming on the next mission as his number one.
When she was told about the requirements of the physical exam she had doubled the numbers and made it her workout. After three months of ten mile runs, 6 laps across the olympic size pool, two run throughs on the obstacle course and an obscene amount of calisthenic exercises cutting that in half for the exam would be like a rest day.
Nyota sighed heavily as a shadow darkened her view and blinked up at the owner hovering above her. " Ugh, Captain on the floor."
Slowly Nyota rose from the ground to give Kirk her limp attention but he waved her formality away before she could straighten her back.
" At ease Commander." he said with his signature smile and charm. He was wearing his athletic uniform as well but had no sign of strain or sweat about him.
Nyota smiled back awkwardly and of course Kirk being Kirk overstepped and took her kindness as an invitation make her feel off balanced.
" Has anyone told you, that you are the most stunning soon to be first officer in the fleet?"
The corner of Nyota's mouth twitched as she fought against the urge to roll her eyes at him and dismiss herself all together. It almost took as much strength as that last push up. " No, sir. Thank you, Captain."
He smirked and his shoulders bounced as he suppressed his urge to laugh. She was too easy to tease and they both knew it.
" Just testing to see if you were going soft on me Uhura. Still as steely as ever."
" And you're still very much the romantic, sir." she smiled at him genuinely. Despite his immaturity and lowbrow humor, the Jim was a close friend. She hated that she loved him as much as she did. Not that he didn't deserve it but he was just so damn annoying. Maybe it was because Kirk could see that she did or that he couldn't resist himself.
" I got a special assignment from Campbell today, one that needs an extra special touch. So when I read over the details I knew to task it to my favorite overachiever." he said handing her a notePADD.
Nyota wiped her hands onto her shirt and dragged her finger across the delta shield. The insignia faded and was replaced by a Cadet profile with impressive credentials. First in their class in every subject, advance martial arts training, captain of the chess club, offered and refused a position on the academy's elite red squadron and on the Admiral's honor roll for advanced technical studies.
Nyota looked up from the PADD and glared at him. " What's the catch here because I don't get it?"
His eyebrows shot up and those bright baby blues darted everywhere but her face. " What? What catch? What do you mean?" he rushed in a voice that was one octave higher than normal. Guilty.
Nyota shook her head and put her hand that wasn't holding the PADD on her hip as she waved the tablet between them. " This feels like a babysitting assignment but what I see here is a stellar student with geek written all over them. So what exactly am I being 'tasked' to do? Certainly not tutor. Anyone making an A in bridge console coding and maintenance needs to be tutoring me!" she fussed, scrolling through the file. " So why does Admiral Campbell care about some poster child Cadet?"
Kirk took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. Damn, it was that bad?
" Look, like I said it's a sensitive matter. This guy, while good on paper, is certainly not the poster child she would ever envision posting on the Academy enlistment flyers. This is just one file on him, our file but he has another one. A long one." he sighed, tapping the pad. With a few swipes Kirk brought up a rap sheet that made Nyota's jaw drop.
Breaking and entering, public urination, public intoxication, destruction of public property, indecent exposure, flitter jacking, battery and assault, riding a...sehlat on a public thoroughfare without a permit!? What the hell?!
" Who the hell is this? And how the hell did they get admitted into the Academy?!" she spat. Nyota didn't know whether to be confused, angry or impressed. This couldn't be the same pointer dexter McNerdy nerd she had just read about earlier. It just couldn't be!?
" Well they got their record waved with a letter from their father-"
Nyota nearly dropped the PADD as she cut him off. " I barely got in and I have a recognition from the president of the United States of Africa!" she growled. " This brat gets their dad to write in a 'my kid is special because' letter and he can just waltz his criminal ass in here?! I ought to-"
" His dad isn't just anyone. He's the ambassador of-"
" Of what?! Flippin' Vulcan!"
Kirk stilled and Nyota's eyes went wide in disbelief. " Shit! You've got to be kidding?! This delinquent son of a bitch is the son of the ambassador of Vulcan?!"
Kirk sighed as Nyota swiped furiously at the PADD's screen and pulled up the Cadet's name and picture.
S'chn T'gai, Spock. Age (Terran): 34 (Vulcan) 24. Track: Science. Concentration: Xenobiology and Computer Science. In the right hand corner was a photo that gave her pause.
A dark set of eyes stared at her from beneath a black fan of lashes. Gone was the traditional chili bowl hair style and in its place was a neatly combed crop of hair with a sharp looking undercut shorn into the sides and back of his head, drawing attention to his delicately pointed ears.
His skin was pale with a hint of green and set as they were, the Vulcan's eyebrows gave him an air of annoyance.
He was undeniably handsome but not was she typically looked for in a male. Moral depravity was not high on Nyota's list of turn-ons.
Nyota looked up again from the PADD and blinked in confusion. " What does the Admiral want me to do?"
" She wants you to mold this guy into that poster child you see on paper, for her and his parents. For Vulcans, Starfleet was the closest organization that resembled a military boot camp and Spock has been doing well here. He needs some polishing up though before he can be the jewel of Starfleet's interplanetary alumni when he graduates. Campbell and by extension I think you're the best if not only one to make it happen."
" Hmph, I see. Starfleet wants a token Vulcan graduate to wave around during their galas and recruitment rushes then?"
Kirk raked his fingers through his hair and shrugged his shoulders. " Most likely and I don't like that anymore than you do but I have my orders, Uhura."
Jim shifted his weight from one foot to the other as she digested the information and continued on when her eyes returned and met his.
Kirk smiled at her more softly this time as he glanced around the gym and gave it his attention. " Along with my orders, I also have a hard ass first officer that's fluent in about every dialect of Vulcan known to man, who I know won't back down from a challenge."
Nyota smirked at his needling and nodded in acceptance. " Fine…! So I just need to be his human friend or something so he came be less of a criminal asshole?"
Kirk chuckled and gave her a wink. " I'd almost say take it easy on him but then again I read his record. Spock isn't that bad though. He's an arrogant bastard to have in class but he does what he's told. I suggested to the Admiral to have him assigned as your TA to make the transition more natural. Just think of him as your own socially-stunted, anally-retentive secretary."
" You mean my own typical Vulcan." she quipped, closing the file. Kirk made a hissing noise at the comment and wagged his finger at her. " Down Commander. I can't have two officers under me bad mouthing Vulcans. Bones has enough contempt for the whole universe. So, that's a yes then?"
Nyota shrugged one shoulder while tapping her finger against the PADD. " Sure. Since it's not an request and more an a direct order, how could I refuse such a tempting offer?"
Kirk smiled and patted her shoulder. " I knew you wouldn't let me down. You have till the end of the year to straighten him up and ready for the Starfleet showcase at graduation when we have the gala and completed Enterprise on display."
" Yes, Sir." Nyota replied crisply.
" I want a report every month of your progress."
" Sir. Yes, Sir." That left her 8 months of time to whip the Vulkansu brat into shape. More than enough time if he followed orders.
Vulcans liked order right? If she gave him a social interiery he should do just fine. Lunch with his classmates at noon, Martain football at five, his chess practice whenever the hell that was and so on. All of that with a healthy dollop of physical conditioning and he'd be too tired to get into trouble. Piece of cake. Or pie. She favored pie. Fuck, now she wanted pie.