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"This is not good."

Uhura sat in her desk in the last class of the day, Advanced Telsian II, shaking uncontrollably. It had started slow, nothing more than a slight shiver in her hands. It hadn't bothered her at first because she felt fine. Thinking it nothing more than a case of overstressing on the test she had taken earlier in the day, she continued on. That had been almost half an hour ago. Now it was on to full out trembling, shaking her down to her very centre. She had given up taking notes as her normally elegant writing became nothing more than a mass of scribbles. She felt weird, as though her skin was crawling, hot and cold all at the same time. She looked around, hoping no one was watching her slowly go to pieces. Thankfully, none of her classmates had noticed, seeing as they were all daydreaming or sleeping or somewhere in between.

When the bell finally rang, she managed to stagger into the hall and start towards the Clinic, hopefully McCoy could tell her what was wrong. She fought her way down the hall, pushing through the thinning crowd of students. However, halfway down the hallway that led to the clinic, it stopped being the hallway that led to the Clinic and started being the entrance to the staff's quarters.

She groaned, leaning against the wall to steady her shaking body and spinning head. When she thought about it, the wall actually felt kind of nice. No, it felt really nice. It was cool, very cool, and she hadn't noticed it before, but she was burning. She sighed, leaning more heavily against the wall. How could her head be spinning that much and still be attached to her body. Things that should not have been moving were shifting, causing Uhura's already thin control to slip just a little more.

"Just a few more minutes," she thought, "then I'll turn around and go to the clinic." She was relaxing against the wall when an unexpected sound shook her out of her daze.

"Cadet Uhura?" The silken voice elicited yet another groan from her tired body.

"Pleaseletitnotbehim, PLEASEletitnotbehim," she muttered, saying a silent prayer to whatever gods there were in the universe.

"Cadet?" His voice was closer now and she could see him striding down the hall, a single raised eyebrow the only sign of his confusion and curiosity. She closed her eyes, willing this to be only another figment of her imagination. Unfortunately, Uhura seemed to be out of luck. She opened her eyes to see a flash of fleeting concern pass across the professor's face. His step quickened, obviously looking to discover the mystery of why a cadet was passing out in the hallway of the staff's quarters. She sighed, not believing the amount of terrible luck she had been having lately. It was one more thing to add to her list and one of the most embarrassing. This was exactly what she didn't need. Now Spock was going to think she was crazy.

"Cadet Uhura, what are you doing in the staff quarters? You are quite obviously not well."

Spock's ability to state the obvious was not helping the matter, nor was the effect his voice was having on her knees. Oh, why did Commander Spock have to be the teacher to find her while she was almost passed out against a wall? Commander Spock who she had talked to in a total of 342 times, all of which had been in class. Commander Spock who she was totally, illogically, and hopelessly in love with.

She sighed and opened her eyes again to answer, but her mental abilities took a severe hit when she saw how close he had advanced. Barely two steps away, it was possible that this was the closest they had ever been. She could see every detail of his beautiful face. The high sloping brow above those dark eyes, eyes that called deep into her soul. They sent the world moving again, which didn't help her plan in staying upright. She closed her eyes again immediately and tried to form a coherent thought. Had the walls been moving that much before she closed her eyes?

"Id u'ed d'be the way d'the clinig," she mumbled, very aware she was talking like she was drunk, but unable to stop. "Then id chained, now id not d'way d'the clinig no more." Her breath came out in a sigh when she finished the herculean effort of responding. The moving walls were really playing havoc with her sense of direction. Up and down were changing faster than she could keep track of and she wondered if she was going to float away. Wasn't she upside down now?

She closed her eyes in an attempt to stay standing. Her eyelids felt heavy even when they were closed. It really wasn't fair. Her already unsteady body was shaking even more at the sight of his face. His beautiful, smart, sexy face which was attached to his beautiful, smart, sexy head and his beautiful, smart, sexy body. The intense spasms of her muscles were really wearing her out. She wished she could fall asleep, but she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Spock so with great concentration, she forced her eyes open again. She felt her entire body quake as she once again saw his face.

"It is apparent that you are incapable of proceeding by yourself. Unless you have an objection, it is sensible that I should escort you."

She tried to walk on her own, she really did. But the combined effects of Spock's unsettling presence and whatever was happening to her caused her to fall to the ground in an undignified heap. She blushed slightly, trying to untangle her legs so she could be vertical again, when two burning hands grasped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.

"Are you unharmed, Cadet?" He studied her carefully, taking in her blank look and shaking legs, frowning at her apparent inability to walk. He thought a moment, calculating advantages and disadvantages to every solution that would end with Cadet Uhura safely in the hospital. Finally, he reached a conclusion.

"As you are incapable of walking, I will carry you. Do I have your permission to do so?" Her eyes, opened again when she had attempted to walk, were trapped in his. It made it impossible to think. They were sparkly, she realized. They were deeper than pitch, but they glistened like diamonds. His analytical gaze reminded her that he had asked her a question. Uhura thought, trying to remember what it was exactly that he had asked her. She gave a dazed nod as she remembered, and he swiftly picked her up and began on the right path to the clinic.

She sighed as she was surrounded by his warmth. It was remarkable really, like being wrapped in a heating pad. Why in the galaxy had she thought she had been burning before? She was freezing, probably from touching that damn wall. With a little moan of contentment, she snuggled into his chest, forgetting temporarily who he was. Her eyes closed, a peaceful smile ghosted onto her face, and gently, she fell asleep.

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Yay! First chapter of my first fic done! This idea changed a little due to a computer crash about halfway through my rough draft, but I like the improvements I made. I am going to get a beta but I was so excited I just had to post. I will repost once it's been corrected but until then so long! Live long and Prosper =D

Tara-Yomitorika