Scotty: Heyah! This is the author's first Trekkie fanfic! (So between yoo and may be nice to the gurl)

Green Alien Sidekick: …

Scotty: Yeah well, this here fanfic is gonna' be explorin' Spock and Uhura: how it all began and continues and shit.

Alien: …

Scotty: Why were all those new red shirts on Earth at the beginning of the movie? Blast if I know! I was freezing my tushie off on a blasted class N popsicle of a planet at the time! There may be a reason other than this the author s' providin' but cut the lass a break!

Alien: …

Scotty: And get down from there!

Chekov: Oh! Don't forget zat ze azor vanted to say zat she does not owin

Scotty: I think he's trying to communicate with us, I know it. Anyways, where wus I? Ah! Silverrose doesn't own Star Trek or any of the characters.

Chekov: Ayayaya sir! Just vat I vus trying to conwey!

Meet Professor Spock

Uhura was the first to arrive at the classroom. She was excited and anxious for her classes at the Academy. Her first class was basic diplomacy and had an old, senile purple alien of a professor who dozed off on the very first day of class! She didn't let it get her down. Her second class was what she really was looking forward to. Uhura had tested into an advanced zeno linguistics class focusing on interpreting radio transmissions. She would be the youngest student by far. Back on her home planet, she studied alien languages extensively; the pursuit offered her an escape. From a very young age, Uhura dreamed of pursuing zeno linguistics in Star Fleet. She came to Star Fleet fluent in eleven languages and proficient in twenty-three more.

In addition to it being her favorite subject, Uhura had heard that the professor was half Vulcan and half human. This peaked her interest. Vulcans never joined Star Fleet; they are logical and scientific creatures. Also, while Vulcans are highly logical, humans are well highly the opposite and emotional. It would be interesting to meet a mix of the two opposite species. She was most intrigued though by what she had heard about her new professor's intellectual achievements and accomplishments. From what she gathered he was knowledgeable and tough.

"I can't believe I have a class with the pointy eared robot," said the gruff, lethargic voice of a student right outside the classroom.

"I know. No way he has any human in him! I had a class with him my first semester and nobody could look him in the eyes," They entered the classroom. The second student whispered then "It's like he doesn't have a soul."

Uhura pretended to be busy reading from her data pad about the course to avoid the male students' advances. But she was too anxious to focus. Other students filed in after a while. The professor entered the exact second before the bell droned. He strode to the front of the classroom and wrote quickly but flawlessly 'Professor Spock' in Vulcan, English, Klingon, and two other languages Uhura strained to recognized. He proceeded to introduce himself in eleven more languages, which Uhura knew only three of.

She nearly dropped her data pad. Spock was tall and handsome despite his goofy, straight, no-nonsense haircut. Uhura could tell he had full muscles under his uniform. She couldn't help smile at the intriguing teacher. She gave him her full attention. And he looked back. They made eye contact. It was only then that Uhura realized she was the only student looking straight at the professor. She glanced around before pretending to jot down a note on her pad. Spock continued in English.

"You may have heard this class referred to as 'Garble 101' be some other students. However, while this class may focus on interpreting inarticulate messages of unknown language origin, do not allow the nickname to mislead you to believe it will be easy or ridiculous. It is difficult, grueling and there are no…hints."

Spock proceeded to give the class a preliminary test. They wore headphones and had to translate transmissions into their computer consoles. Uhura concentrated on the muffled sounds. She spoke them to herself silently as she listened. She felt the taste of the words on her tongue and she recognized the flavor of them. Then she would, knowing the language she was dealing in, quickly translate them before the next transmission bombarded her ears, blurrier than the last. At the end of the class they all filed out, worn out and many exasperated. Students grumbled that the test was "ridiculous for the first day!" The rest of Uhura's classes could not compare with the intriguing difficulty of her second period class.

The next day Uhura arrived at her second period class even more eager. She was nervous about her score on yesterday's test though. She played a game on her data pad to calm herself down. After a few minutes she realized her professor was looming in front of her. She quickly tried to exit from her game but only succeeded in turning up the volume on its childish bleeping.

"Uhura, do you have a spare moment after class? I would like to see you in my office about something." Uhura nodded fervently, smiling. She was embarrassed about being caught playing a game. Although it was a language review game for the four dialects of the solar system Q-9, it was for children and involved falling pink tribbles and gleeful bleeping noises. Uhura scratched her head, tightened her ponytail, and put the embarrassment behind her with a chuckle. Eventually class began.

"Good morning class. Uhura, here," Spock gestured to her. Uhura straightened in her seat as others glanced at her "scored a 67% yesterday on her test." Uhura's heart sank into her stomach "Not good enough. But as it was her first day at the Academy and she obtained the highest score in the class I think we will allow it to pass as an accomplishment."

Uhura was excited and pleased! She couldn't listen as Spock rattled off the other scores, stating if they failed in the field their comrades would be made aware of it even if it were right before dying, and lectured on the importance of this test and how they must do better by the end of the semester. After class another student pointed out to Uhura that was probably the closest thing to a compliment Spock had ever given.

Uhura reported to Spock's office, which was a few doors down the hall. Spock had seated himself moments before.

"You wished to speak with me professor. Am I in trouble?"

"That is an illogical question considering the contradictory performance you have displayed these first two days. Oh, I see, this is a human manner of speaking to make small talk and alleviate tension."

"You caught me." Uhura suppressed a smile.

"Well I only have a few questions for you. Please answer truthfully."

"Of course."

"Are you learned in any of these languages?" He passed her a list of six languages. Uhura bit her lip and shook her head.

"No, no I'm not professor."

"Have you ever even been exposed to them?"

"No, professor."

"Most recruits do not come to Star Fleet with a vast knowledge of more than a couple languages in their solar system if that. How did you acquire the comprehension you do possess of the languages known to you?"

"I studied on my own in a library on my home planet, following a passion." Uhura almost saw the hint of a smile on his face.

"The only transmissions you were unable to translate effectively were in those languages on that list in your hands. Your skill is unparalleled. You just need to be exposed to and learned in more languages. Star Fleet can provide that and you will become an accomplished zeno linguist."

"Thank you professor."

"That is all Uhura, you are dismissed"

"Thank you." Uhura resisted her friendly nature to throw him a 'see you tomorrow' that would both seem unprofessional and perplex him.

Uhura could not help smiling as she walked to her next class. She mulled over Spock's carefully planned words. He never used the term I believe as in 'I believe you will become a great zeno linguistic.' He knew she would be great, he would never have paid her the compliment if she didn't absolutely disserve it.

As Uhura left Spock noted how beautiful a human smile could be, especially on the fine specimen leaving his office.

Chekov: Ohyameyo!Okay, so she deed naught get too the part about going to Earth at the wery beginning of the moowy yet.

Scotty: This may be a long one! Especially if the author insists on blasted writing how Chekov bloody sounds.

Silverrose: Thanks guys! And review!