AU: I was thinking of a short story of the origin of Spock and Uhura but there are so many wonderful stories already I decided to let it be. Because these are already written I'll publish some snippets I had jotted down about very early encounters.
Chapter 1: First sighting.
She first noticed Commander Spock at her class's welcome reception. It was an event aimed at allowing recruits to meet the teaching faculty members and some notable service veterans in informal surroundings. It was in a large room packed with nervous and excited recruits and tolerant, bored veterans and voluble slightly crazed looking staff.
Cadet Uhura was watching the room from the vantage point of the balcony; from there she could see the whole room. The finger food and drinks were disappearing rapidly. Everyone in the room was moving, circulating, milling and suffused with energy (recruits) or palpable ennui (staff). He was the only still point. Tall and lean and silent he stood with his hands behind his back, silently observing: present yet apart. He would lean forward slightly to listen to a question or comment from a recruit bold enough or inebriated enough to approach him. He listened, considered his reply and delivered it in a short statement. Clearly this closed the conversations the recruits never replied to him. He neither ate nor drank. He nodded briefly to staff and veterans. Uhura had the strange impression that he was the gravitational centre of the room and if he left all the milling individuals would have no "gravity" to hold them and would spin off into the surrounding campus in random patterns.
"Fanciful," she chided her self, "you'd better think more clearly than that if you want to be successful in Starfleet."
As if one man could be the gravitation centre of a room. Yet, as she turned to leave the balcony, she felt his pull.
