A/N- Hello there! Welcome to my story! This is my first ever Star Trek piece, so I hope it's up to par. I love the Spock/Uhura in this movie...And I just rewatched it, like, 4 times. (I'm so cool)
About the story! If people are actually interested, this will be a series of moments from their relationship. It starts at the beginning, but may jump around a little. Again, I don't know.
The present time is in italics, while the past (which will be the main story) (hopefully) will be regular. It's usually opposite, but I feel this works better.
I'd love some feedback, if you guys are willing. Anyway, read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: None of it is mine.
He is trained to remember. He was taught to analyze an event for its most important defining characteristics, compartmentalize, and store the memory for potential use at a later date.
She complains good-naturedly about it, running her hand across his chest. When their minds meet, she says, she is intimidated by the neatness of his thoughts. He has grown accustomed to the slight change of pitch of her voice, along with the characteristic look, and deduces she is teasing him.
As a scientist, he is fascinated by her mind, and he lets her know that. While not orderly or methodical, her ingenuous categorization and association makes him curious.
As a lover, he revels in the liveliness and spontaneity and honesty and love her mind portrays.
He always has.
The first time he had seen her had been quite inopportune, although not for them.
"Spock, you need to drop these off at Hellerbach's room. I know you're headed over there. And tell her I said to get some damn sleep, everyone's noticed something's wrong, and I'm worried."
Professor Bray handed Spock a pile of what he quickly concluded to be student files. He tilted his head slightly.
"Bray?"
"Yes, Spock?"
"I am unable to understand exactly why I am delivering a personal message of yours, considering you are more acquainted with Professor Hellerbach. Also, the sentiment would undoubtedly be interpreted more clearly coming from you."
Bray sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. "It's something to do with her boyfriend."
"I fail to comprehend-"
"She doesn't expect you to understand, Spock! If I went, I would have to pretend I knew what the hell I was doing. Please, as a favor?"
The sigh Spock let out was only noticeable to the most attentive. He took the files and walked down the hallway.
The previous situation puzzled him. Professor Hellerbach was obviously in emotional distress, and Spock was meant to convey a message of sympathy that he did not feel himself. The most logical conclusion was that Prof. Hellerbach did not expect expressions of condolence, and that Spock was helping avoid a situation deemed "uncomfortable" by Dr. Bray.
He had not gotten used to, or even come to terms with, some of human's most emotion-based phenomenon.
Spock reached the correct wing, and turned left to enter Hellerbach's classroom. At the door, there was an unfamiliar cadet. Spock allowed himself a half of a second to acknowledge her aesthetic pleasure, and then continued moving.
She turned, eyes wide in an expression Spock had come to associate with a mild degree of fright. He saw her slight shock as her eyes moved to his ears, and then the regaining of her composure.
"Sir, she's in there, bawling her eyes out," the cadet whispered. "I was coming to offer my advice, but she probably doesn't want any visitors right now."
Spock was not entirely sure how to handle the situation.
"Cadet?"
"Yes sir?"
"When human women experience distress due to romantic endeavors, is it not socially and morally acceptable to offer them words of comfort?"
She shrugged, seeming slightly amused. "It's different for different people. While I don't know her on a personal level, it might be best to leave her to her own thoughts."
In the end, they did. Spock reproduced Bray's message and left the files by the doorway.
"Excuse me," the cadet says, biting her lip, "but you're Commander Spock, aren't you?"
He inclined his head.
She gave a slight laugh. "Of course you are. Who else would you be? I'm just a bit starstruck, I suppose. Your reputation precedes you."
Spock nodded again. "And your name?"
"Uhura." She made a movement, as if to shake his hand, thought better of it, and stepped away awkwardly. Her expression was more difficult for Spock to read now. Her eyes were in constant motion, fixating on points that all seemed to have the same relative distance from his face.
"Thank you for your assistance, Cadet Uhura."
"Thank you, sir."
A/N pt. 2- Thanks so much for reading! Reviews would be great if you liked it. Or even if you didn't, I appreciate the feedback. Thanks again!