Title: Like Learning How to Fly...
Characters: Spock and Nyota Uhura
Fandom: Star Trek 2009 Movie
Disclaimer: Um... right... I disclaim.
Notes: Am responding to two things: Jade_eyes and Mira_Jade requesting a Trek fic, and the Humor Me Funny Quote Challenge.
Mine was #37: "Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." -Douglas Adams
Every night for six weeks, they'd meet in the shuttle bay alone. A little bit of needed flight instruction, he'd called it. She, on the other hand, had gone along with it because it was a simple excuse to be alone with him in a shuttle when nothing ran the risk of blowing up in their faces. During the day, they both had to be professional around one another, and that was all well and good, but it always felt forced. Unnatural.
"You're staring at my ears and not watching the sequence," he said after long moments of silence, apparently having waited for her to say something. "Nyota?"
Nyota blinked, smiled, and reached to finger an ear gently. "I know... and the sequence can wait. It's only us here."
Spock nodded and began to show her again, still pretending to instruct. "The internal sensors also."
"And...?"
"Nothing."
Nyota sighed, leaned forward. "Show me how to get out of a spin, then."
"What kind?"
"One caused by an atmospheric gravitational eddy."
Spock paused, glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. "Why that?"
"Something Sulu said about gravity playing heck with navigation." Nyota shrugged. "Term stuck with me. Well?"
Spock obliged her, wondering what the point of it was. She wasn't a pilot, but rather a communications officer. Would she ever use it? His train of thought was cut off when, at the conclusion of showing her how to get out of such a spin, she tugged at his shoulder, he sat up to face her, and she kissed him soundly with a murmurred thanks.
Six weeks later on an away mission, it was that skill that saved her life when the mission's pilot became incapacitated. He never wondered what the point of teaching someone a new skill was again...
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