Hello! I'm Melody! I'm sort of new to writing..but sort of not. I watched Star Trek the movie and was OBSESSED with Spock and Uhura's relationship so I felt entitled to write this. I do however, want my readers to tell me if you don't like something or if you think I should change something. I didnt watch the old Star Trek so I don't know a whole lot. But I'm excited to be writing this! I also don't have an editor to read over my work yet, so if there are some grammar mistakes I apologize in advance.

Enjoy!

*Yawn*

I stretch my arms out wide and sit upright in my bed. I'm baffled as I take in my surroundings and soon realize that I am no longer in my bedroom in Africa, but in Starfleet Academy. I had enrolled few months ago and got accepted from the Early Decision list and last night was my first time spending the night in a place that is new to me. I look over to my side and see my usually exuberant roommate who I recently met yesterday. She sleeps in an askew position with her limbs flung over the side of her bed. Her sheets are wrapped around her ankle. When I first met her, I was standing in the elevator awaiting the 7th floor. She happened to be the girl that stood in the elevator next to me. When I first saw her, I was surprised. I always read about the different types of people from space, but never had I seen one in person. She was a beautiful girl, but what shocked me was that her skin was bright green and her hair, darker red. She was a lot curvier than me and I could tell she would be a popular one with the males. Trying not to stare, I keep taking glimpses at her. She has a makeup mirror in one hand and lip-gloss in the other. She's puckering her lips as she applies her make up. Then, she notices me.

"What you've never seen an Orion girl before?" She says.

"Uh-sorry. I didn't mean to stare, but no I haven't." I respond to her. My cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"It's alright sweetie! But you better get used to this, cuz you're gonna see a lot more strange people here besides me." She puts away her mirror and lip-gloss and reaches out her hand to shake mine. "I'm Gaila! Its nice to meet you!" She wears the biggest smile.

"I'm Uhura."

Just as we start to shake hands the elevator dings and the light shines bright on the number seven. I've reached my floor. The doors open and I turn to say 'See you later,' but it just so happens that she was coming out with me. We both walk down the hall in the same direction and take in our surroundings.

'This place looks like a hotel.' I think to myself.

Gaila and I keep taking glances at each other, wondering when one of us is going to our change direction. Finally I reach my room.

"703" I whisper out loud to myself. Gaila has put down her luggage and is now taking out her key ring.

"703!" She shouts as she flashed the ring in my face. "Looks like we're roomies darling!" She gives me huge embrace and then lifts me in the air. She pulls me into the room and begins to tell me her whole life story.

My mind switches back to reality. Suddenly I throw the covers off my body and run to the bathroom so I can groom myself. I realize that it's essential that I'm not late to my first class. I throw on my uniform that I was given. Since I'm a student in training, I am entitled to wear a black shirt and trousers.

'Can this outfit be any duller?' I think to myself as I look in the mirror. I remember seeing the Lieutenants and the other women with higher authority wearing the pretty red and blue Starfleet dresses. Damn I wish I were one of them. At least the shirt and pants that I'm wearing are kind of tight so I look a little bit curvy, but not that that matters anyway. I haven't seen anyone here, who's worthy of my efforts. I tie my hair up into a slick ponytail and begin to head for the door. For a moment, I begin to feel like I left something important. I begin to rummage through my bag and then it hits me. I turn slowly and set my eyes on my adorable roommate. I realize I have to wake her up.

I firmly grasp my hands around Gaila's shoulders and give her a firm shake.

"Gaila! Wake up!"

Gaila whispers something in Orion, which fortunately for me I was able to translate into "What time is it?"

"Time for class. Gaila! Come on!" I continue to shake her. I make sure she's at least brushing her teeth before heading out to class without her. I sling my bag around my shoulder to take out my syllabus and schedule. My major is xenolinguistics. I already know about 70% of the languages that exist in Starfleet and my goal is to board one of the academy's ships as communications officer. At Starfleet everyone has one specific teacher that they're assigned to and some other teachers for 2 or 3 minor classes. My two other classes are combat and physical strength training.

I run my fingers along the lines of my syllabus to make sure I read everything before class starts. I just finish looking over the rules and regulations when I see the more important and specific things about my classes.

Professor Assigned: Mr. Spock

I start to laugh in my head at his name. What type of name is Spock? I'm smiling and continuing to amuse myself while looking down at my syllabus. Suddenly my head collides with another.

"Oh. I'm veery sorry Mees!" An adorable boy with huge eyes rubs his head and looks up at me. He reaches an arm out to take my hand. He looked no more than fifteenth.

"Haha! It's okay!" I smile as he lifts me to my feet.

"I'm Pavel Chekov, but most people call me Chekov!" He says to me. If he didn't look so young I would probably want this adorable guy as a boyfriend. Not to mention his Russian accent was quite fitting.

"I'm Uhura."

He takes a look at my syllabus.

"You have Meester Spock like me!" He sounds very enthusiastic. "You're in luck. His class is right here." He opens the door in front us.

The room we just entered is completely black with light shining down from the huge windows. There are approximately 30 seats in the room.

"We must be early because there's no one here." Chekov says.

We're sitting down in our seats when we realize that in reality, we are not alone. The light from the windows went directly down to the huge projector board in the center of the room. There is a man with his back turned to us, tapping on the computer associated with the projector. The man has short black hair and is wearing a black uniform that was a similar yet a more advanced version of the ones the students have to wear. My eyes travel from the back of the man's neck up to his ears where they settle for a second.

"A Vulcan." Chekov whispers to me.

Like Orions, I had never seen a Vulcan before but I read a lot about them. Physically they are known for their pointy ears, out-turned eyebrows, and unusual haircuts. For some reason I'm excited and eager to see the man's face and I hope he'll turn around soon.

Luckily for me he overhears Chekov's whisper and slowly turns to our attention. Something inside me flinches when I see his face. It's not because he's hideous or scary even, but because he's so unnaturally beautiful. He doesn't look that different from a human, but his minor details of pure Vulcan are just breathtaking. He's staring at us with an emotionless and stern expression. His lips are pursed together and I can feel myself not being able to tear my eyes away from him. For a moment our eyes lock together. I may be imagining things but I think I see his eyes widen and then go back to its normal unflappable stare. He quickly looks down and touches the tablet that he's holding and then looks at us again. Just when I'm thinking he couldn't be any better, he speaks.

"Pavel Chekov and Nyota Uhura."

'Ugh' I think to myself. 'If his voice were a food it'd be deep dark chocolate.' I think it's about time I introduce myself.

"Hello Mr. Spock. It's nice-" Just as I'm making my introduction a crowd of students rush through the door. Mr. Spock's attention is now on them. I can no longer finish my statement as people are passing me to get to their seats. Mr. Spock looks back at me for a few lingering moments and then turns back to his projector.

Class hits its one-hour mark. I only have another half an hour to stare at Mr. Spock. I rest my arm on the table and place my face on my hand. I then continue to stare in his direction.

"Cadet Uhura"

"Cadet Uhura" Mr. Spock repeats. I jerk out of my daydream and notice that everyone in the class including Mr. Spock is staring at me.

"Would you like to make an attempt at pronouncing the Vulcan national poem? It's on your personal tablet, page 24."

I take out my tablet, (which everyone in the academy received instead of textbooks) and look at the poem on page 24.

'Piece of Cake' I think to myself. I lift the tablet very daintily and respond back to him in perfect Vulcan. Mr. Spock raises an eyebrow. For a second he looks down, paces the floor, and then looks back at me.

"Excellent work Cadet." He nods his head in approval and finds someone else to pick on. I place my face back on my hand and stare at him longingly. For some reason I feel like a giddy schoolgirl who has a crush on her teacher and I haven't known him for longer than an hour.

"Wow he's sexy for a Vulcan huh?" It hit the hour and a half mark and class is now over. Once again I'm jerked out of my daydream and I flinch when I notice the green alien sitting beside me.

"Gaila?" She smiles at me. "How long have you been here?" I look at her incredulously.

"For the whole class silly! But seriously isn't he cute?" We both look at the Vulcan who's packing up to leave class.

"Yeah. He's pretty cute." I swear I can see Mr. Spock's pointy ears twitch a little.

"Too bad the possibility of getting with a Vulcan is near negative zero percent, besides there's many other sexy fishies in the sea where that came from." Gaila smiled sheepishly.

"Gaila there's no such thing as negative zero percent." My roommate is amusing.

"Ahaha Oh well. By the way thank you for waking me up this morning. I would've never gotten up by myself." She says as we walk towards the door. I look to my left and see that Chekov found some other people to converse with.

"Oh its no prob-" I'm beginning to say until I'm interrupted.

"Excuse me. Cadet Uhura may I have a word?" Mr. Spock asks me just as I'm about to leave.

"Ooo Someone's in trouble!" Gaila teased. "Lucky for you! Maybe he might even punish you." She winks. I give her a scolding look. "See ya!" She runs off.

I wave at her retreating form and then begin to walk over to Mr. Spock. With each step I can feel my heart beat faster. Finally I reach him. His form is tall and lean. His gaze is piercing. His arms are placed comfortably behind his back. I speak first.

"Mr. Spock it's a pleasure to meet you. I couldn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Uhura." I give him a cheerful smile, hoping he won't see through my nervousness. Next to him I feel so small.

"Nyota Uhura. I am fully aware. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." I feel myself analyzing him again. His pointy ears and intense eyes are the most fun to look at. But looking at the latter can also be quite difficult.

"My hunch is that you are wondering why I called you here?"

"Yes, sir." I respond to him in a small but calm voice.

"The National Vulcan Poem that I told you to recite earlier is not a poem that most students recite with ease. I assumed that you were not paying attention so I presented you with a task that is usually an unsettling one."

'That's where you're wrong Mr. Spock. I was paying too much attention.' I think to myself.

"However, you managed to recite the poem accurately." He pauses. "Although I already commended you earlier during the lecture, I want you to know that I am truly impressed."

"Thank you Mr. Spock." I give him one of my biggest smiles.

His head tilts to side for a moment.

'Damn he looks cute.'

"That is all. I look forward to reviewing more of your work Cadet Uhura. I hope the rest of your day is enjoyable."

"I look forward to hearing more of you're insight Mr. Spock! See you!"

Spock nods and turns his back to me so he can finish packing. I turn my head to make for the exit. For some reason its pains me to leave his presence.