Disclaimer: My mother's been alive since before Star Trek was around. If she doesn't own it by now, then neither do I. It belongs to delicious delicious Paramount and its little underlings. I don't make money off this, and I never will.
It's truly been a joy watching their relationship grow. They are without a doubt my greatest friends in the world, and nothing gives me more happiness than to see them where they are now – with each other, as they were always destined to be.
It was in the halls of the Enterprise where they first met. As two vital officers in the operation of a starship, they had little say in their interactions with each other. A logical half-Vulcan scientist and an emotional Southern doctor? Not exactly the likeliest of friends. But despite their constant bickering, their friendship ran deeper than they would care to admit. Uhura says she saw it even then, and looking back, I should have seen it too – the seed of what was to come was definitely there.
After our years together, we each went our separate ways. I joined the ranks of the admiralty, and they returned to their homes – one to purge himself of emotion, the other to continue his country practice. The latter was the first to return, but he was…different somehow. Sometimes I would see him looking around, as though he thought something was missing. Alas, when that missing piece returned...
He was nearly unrecognizable. Hardly who my former science officer used to be. Almost completely the robot we'd accused him of being. And I could tell it hurt the good doctor to see him this way. Badly. A brush with a true robot, however, brought him back to himself. We were all happy to have him back, but no one more so than the doctor, I could tell. In the end, it was just wonderful to have us all back together.
Then…the katra affair.
As if it wasn't painful enough to lose a best friend; I also had to watch another best friend slowly lose everything dear to him. I saw the devastation of loss and the fear of going on without someone you couldn't possibly live without in his eyes, but there was something else too – confusion? I thought to myself, 'what does he have to be confused about? He of all people should know the finality of death; he's a doctor.' Then I learned the truth of the situation from Sarek, and I knew in an instant why my friend had chosen him instead of me. And I wasn't about to let either of my friends go through such torture.
They must have learned a great deal about each other through that special bond, much like the one they share now. In the months that followed, they never seemed to speak to each other much, almost as if unsure of what to say. Their silence spoke volumes, and whatever communication they did have seemed to be with their eyes in casual glances and, occasionally, extended periods of staring. Whenever I tried to bring it up, they would brush it off or change the subject.
I knew that when they both gave up their stubbornness, something would happen. It was only a matter of time.
When that time came, I clasped them both in a bear hug and roared "Finally!" They were, needless to say, surprised by my reaction, and proceeded to tell me that I was the first one they told. That just made me glow brighter.
I suppose I could rant on and on about what an honor it is to serve with them and how much they mean to me, but I think we've all learned that the best things in life are said without words.