Author note: I have to go back to work tomorrow and my brain, in a desperate attempt to avoid this reality, is producing Spock fluff, not one sensible thought in my head (I think it is a defence mechanism). So here is some pure pointless fluff.
This oneshot is not in any way related to any other story and is one again one of my favourite themes; Spock and Nyota revealing their relationship. (Don't ask why this intrigues me; it just does). In this story it is a while after the movie, and Spock and Nyota's relationship is still mostly a secret.
The book
"I fail to see why a woman of your obvious intelligence is read a book of this nature?" said Spock. Nyota had returned to her quarters to find Spock sitting in her living area reading the book she had left on the couch.
"I like the feel of the old fashioned paper pages and of actually turning a page so I keep a few hard copy books in addition to my e-books," stated Nyota.
"I was not referring to the antiquated form of the book but its contents,' stated Spock
"Oh," said Nyota, reddening slightly, "It is a narrative style you probably do not read Spock, an historical romance."
"The historical accuracy of this narrative is flawed. The underlying premise of the story is also illogical and the actions of the two main characters, Sir Reginald and the Lady Martine, are irrational. In addition the story itself appears to offer no intellectual challenge or instruction," stated Spock.
"It is not supposed to instruct, it is supposed to entertain. It is fluff," Spock's eyebrow rose "a diversion, a pleasant fantasy. The whole purpose of this book," said Nyota taking it out of Spock's hands and holding it protectively, "is to make the reader feel warm and fuzzy."
"I have read three quarters of the story and experience no warmth or," he frowned, " 'fuzziness' " The last word was said as if it was slightly indecent.
"I don't suppose you would," said Nyota flopping onto the couch beside him, "most men wouldn't. It's a girl thing."
His eyebrows raised.
"Sometimes Spock even the smartest and most professional woman likes to think romantic thoughts. Sometimes the world of courtly love, chivalry and passionate longing can have an appeal. Who wouldn't love a gallant man on one knee kissing her hand and calling her "My lady'," she looked at Spock's blank and uncomprehending face, "Stylised romance, in small doses, can be lovely," stated Nyota and smiled.
Spock frowned.
"You definitely didn't feel warm or fuzzy?" Nyota asked a laugh in her voice.
"Definitely," stated Spock.
"Oh well," sighed Nyota, "I guess we will have to try something else.
She did. "How about now?"
"Definitely warmer," said Spock.
"Ah ha," said Nyota, "lets work on that for a while." And they did.
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