Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. Which is unfortunate because I have so many good ideas. Which is why I have settled for writing Fanfiction instead. I do own all the characters in this chapter though.

A/N: I know there is an age difference between Spock and Nyota. I'm not sure how many years they are separated by, but for my stories it's five years. This particular Fanfic does go back and forth between the two families, jumping between time frames BUT it shouldn't be too hard to follow. It is set out like this so the comparison between the two families parallel with each other.

This is my first Star Trek Fanfiction, so be nice. It is the first in the 'Origin' series. This story has already been completed, and I will upload weekly to allow my Beta, Sylaises Fire, to read and edit each chapter. I also have Uni so it is much easier for me to just post on the one day, once a week.

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Origins: The Journey Begins

Chapter 1: One More

STARDATE: 2235.294 (Wed, Oct 21st, 2235) [2 months, 23 days Pregnant]

The Uhura household was currently silent. The early morning sun still hadn't peeked over the nearby savannah leaving the wooden house dark and quiet. The African air was quite pleasant and the old roof was covered in a thin blanket of morning dew.

The floors of the house were made up of polished wooden boards and the walls were horizontal planks of wood creating the sturdy structure of the cabin-like house. The two-storey house was miles away from the nearest city, sitting comfortably on the outskirts of a small suburb near the edge of the wild African savannah.

Although the household was currently in a state of sleep the sounds of the savannah echoed through the hollow hallways of the still house. The window in the lounge room downstairs was jarred. It never fully opened and never closed completely creating a loud constant whistle that swept throughout the first floor of the cabin-house.

As the serenity of the dark morning passed, the sounds of the savannah died down and the sun peeked over the horizon, the whistling house calmed. Only to be replaced by the joyous wails and relentless bickering of the Uhura children.

"Give them back, Denahi!" Four-year-old Sehale screamed from his bedroom door on the second floor. Sehale, though young, was quite musical. He had been given a small drum kit for his birthday only a month before and his older brother, Denahi had nicked his drum sticks in order to prevent his young brother from waking the household early on a Saturday morning.

Denahi was six years old. He had darker skin than his four-year-old brother and his black hair was in tight curls. Unlike Denahi, Sehale's hair was a dark mess atop his head, bits of stray hairs falling over his ears and eyes, obstructing his view as he began to run after his brother.

"No!" Denahi shouted back. He had snuck into Sehale's room, grabbed the sticks then run out of the room with great speed. His small feet hitting the wooden boards had woken Sehale from his slumber. Sehale had slowly risen into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes before glancing around his room. Everything was in place except for his most beloved drum sticks.

He'd immediately known who the culprit was. He'd stumbled out of his small bed and staggered to the door. Having just woken up, his legs were still shaky from his sleep. He'd looked down the hallway just in time to find Denahi running down the stairs, drum sticks in hand. Sehale hadn't wasted a moment. He'd run towards his brother screaming and wailing as he went.

As the screaming resonated down the halls another small child woke. At only two years of age Nanenna Uhura already had a vast vocabulary. She had her own room with her own low little bed, complete with safety rails. Nanenna had skin lighter than both of her brothers. Her creamy, brown skin was smooth with a soft golden, glow very much like her mother's. Her frizzy, dark brown hair stood out in all directions.

She loved playing with her hair so much that her father and mother had given her a purple hair brush for her second birthday. Every morning when she woke she would waddle over to her dresser, reach up high until her hand came into contact with her precious brush. Then she would sit on her bed and start brushing her hair. She wasn't very good at it, more often than not she would exit her room with her brush tangled in her small afro.

However, when Nanenna woke to her two older brothers fighting in the hallway just outside her door she decided to investigate, her stubby legs guiding her towards the door. It was never fully closed which allowed her to come and go as she pleased. She toddled into the hallway to stand directly behind Sehale.

Sehale and Denahi were now fighting over the drumsticks. Although Denahi was older Sehale was equally matched in speed. Sehale had no trouble in catching Denahi but now it was a battle of strength. At first Denahi had the upper hand, grabbing the sticks from the middle and pulling them towards him. Next minute Sehale was leaning backwards using his small body to aid his attempts. The sticks slipped from Denahi's grasp and Sehale was sent bounding backwards, sticks in hand. Sehale fell backwards but his fall was cushioned by his two-year-old sister who was now sprawled out on the cold, wooden floor.

Nanenna couldn't quite understand what had happened to her. One minute she was watching her brothers fight next she was taken off her feet and smacked in the face with a pair of drum sticks. What did she do to deserve this?! At first she remained quiet, she was still trying to process what had happened. When she couldn't comprehend how she'd ended up on the floor she began to cry. Loudly.

The door ahead flew open and two tall figures stepped out, frowns etched on their faces. The two boys stood still with their small mouths hanging open in shock. Sehale stood up straight, trying his best to hide the drum sticks behind his back. The top of the sticks peeked over his right shoulder. The boys stared blankly up at the matching scowl etched upon their parent's faces.

"Mama!" Nanenna cried as she managed to pull herself to her feet. Her tears were running down her chubby cheeks and her face was red. "Mama!" She continued to wail.

Miotep Uhura was the mother of the house hold, the backbone, the capable wife, the neck that turned the head. She had long black hair that reached just above her posterior and her skin was golden brown. She had a face of beauty; long dark eyelashes, dark brown eyes, and soft lips. Miotep looked down at her children with a frown upon her face.

Ahadi Uhura was the father of the household, the strength, the fearless husband, the wise man. He stood tall with shoulders straight and proud. His long black hair, similar to Sehale's, fell down to his shoulders. It was ruffled from his sleep, making him look like a lion with a wild black mane. He had thick sideburns that travelled down the side of his face, down to his jawline, framing his sharp facial features. His skin was dark and smooth.

Ahadi's face and stance mimicked his wife's. Both parents were irritated that their three little bushbabies were behaving like three angry jackals; yelling and screaming. Miotep remembered when she didn't have kids at all. She started reminiscing about the day she first met Ahadi.


…Approximately 12 years earlier…

STARDATE: 2223.131 (Sun, May 11th, 2223)

Miotep Shukura was born in Egypt before the United States of Africa was formed. Her family had impacted many people's lives, including people from other cultures, even off-worlders. Miotep's parents had lived in Egypt most of their lives and had built up a solid reputation for themselves.

Miotep's Mama played a big part in society; taking in homeless children and educating them. Miotep's Mama was officially dubbed 'Big Mama', anywhere she travelled people would come to see her and asked for help. Big Mama rarely refused when someone reached out to her. With the help of her husband, Big Mama set up a home for abandoned children.

As Big Mama's caring reputation grew both she and her husband began getting summoned to conferences. Both of Miotep's parents were constantly called to conferences about child welfare. Their input was so greatly valued that they began to be invited to conferences on other subjects. Soon the Shukuras were called to every meeting to give their input on important legal matters regarding the law and culture of Egypt.

Ahadi Uhura's father was a direct descendant of the last African Pharaoh. Centuries earlier the law had stated that Egypt no longer needed a Pharaoh. After P'Tah, the last Pharaoh died no-one rose to claim the crown. Members of the royal family were forgotten and the Royal Jewels passed on to unidentified descendants.

The Uhuras were known as the highest-ranking bloodline in all of Africa. Ahadi Uhura, along with his parents, were highly respected across Africa. Ahadi's family had lived all over Africa before finally coming to rest in Kenya.

Being respected as a distant prince, Ahadi participated in conferences, fundraisers, charity events, debates and even a few royal balls. He had travelled across Africa. His inspirational speeches spread to other continents. By the time he was 18 he had travelled to America, England, Australia, Spain, Germany, Italy, France and even a few off world planets such as Orion and Andoria. In the year 2219, when Ahadi was 20, he spent ten months on Vulcan with a team of Earth Ambassadors. Their mission was to persuade Vulcan to join the federation. They were successful.

Four years later, when Ahadi was 24 and Miotep was 21, Egypt united with the other countries of Africa. On May 11th, both of Miotep's parents were called to an important conference. As a member of her household she was invited to attend the conference along with her younger sister, Ashantis.

The meeting was about the pros and cons of Egypt being signed into a united treaty. Only a small amount of highly ranked Egyptians were present, including Ahadi Uhura and his family. Ahadi's family, along with the Shukura family, had agreed that for the benefit of the people that Egypt join the United States of Africa.

There weren't any people Miotep's age at the conference. She didn't mind sitting with her parents but she wanted someone outside of her family to discuss the nature of this conference and maybe spark a debate with someone.

She saw a young man. His bright green shirt and broad shoulders had caught her eye. She looked at his young face. Her initial reaction was, 'Great! Someone my age!', she deducted that he was a confident young man. Watching how he interacted with other people she also concluded that he was generous and caring.

Miotep wanted to go up to him. To talk with him. She was curious about him. Was this the young man her Mama had told her about? Could this be the man that had accomplished so much already?

She looked up to see that the young man had made his way over to the buffet table. She watched on as the man picked up a roasted chicken leg and bit into it like a savage. This couldn't be the man her Mama was talking about. He has no table manners.

However, as she continued to observe the young man she couldn't help herself from being captivated. The confidence he illuminated suddenly made her unsure of her own courage. She looked down at her fingers fiddling with a button on her gown. She took a minute to regain her boldness, pushing away her timidity, and looked up only to find the young man standing before her.

"I couldn't help but notice your intrigue with me and might I say I am equally intrigued by you." The young man said with a broad grin. He has a great smile Miotep thought. He has to be a womaniser.

"I'm more interested in the grime on your face. Roasted chicken legs, right?" She smiled back at him.

The young man brought both hands to his face and began rubbing them furiously to rid his cheeks of the fiery, red sauce.

"Sorry about that." He said as he looked around for somewhere to wiped his hands. Finding nothing, he wiped them on his dark pants. "I'm not usually like this. I'm normally a lot cleaner." He chuckled as he tried to ease the tension.

"Oh really?"

"Oh yeah. Smarter too." He smiled.

"Hm. Isn't that statement a little too bold?" She asked, a small smile on her face.

"Isn't that statement a little too bold?" He retaliated playfully.

"Touché." She replied, her smile now gone.

"Ah, French." Ahadi cleared his throat, "Bonjour, je m'appelle Ahadi, et je suis enchanté de vous rencontrer." (Hello, my name is Ahadi, and I am very pleased to meet you)

"So you are Ahadi Uhura!" She said a little too brashly. She inwardly winced. That sounded way too awestruck for her liking. She didn't even know if it was him.

"I am. May I ask what your name is?" Ahadi asked. Miotep looked up into his eyes. His deep, brown eyes were genuinely interested. Okay, so maybe he's not a womaniser.

"Shukura." She replied habitually. She rarely gave men her first name. She winced inwardly again. What is wrong with me?

"Shukura. That's a nice name. Do you have a last name, or do I have to guess it?" Ahadi smiled again.

"Shukura is my last name." She smiled, a sudden burst of confidence erupting within her. "You have to guess my first name."

"Without any clues I could be here all night." He said through a chuckle. His deep laugh made Miotep's skin tingle.

"Better start guessing."


…Present time…

Although they both grew up in highly respectable families, they're own little family was nowhere near as calm, structured or composed. Denahi had stepped back and looked down out of respect. He knew he had done something wrong. At least he had the decency to look ashamed. Sehale on the other hand was very much like his mother; forward, determined and confident. He wanted to try his luck.

"Denahi stole my sticks!" He bellowed and pointed at his older brother. He's the culprit! He's the one you want!

"Sehale!" Miotep said sternly as she stepped forward to embrace her crying daughter. Nanenna rubbed her eyes and allowed herself to be scooped up.

"He did! He come into my room and took it! It's mine! Not his!" Sehale looked from his Mama to his Baba. His eyes were wide, begging Baba to believe him.

"Sehale. Calm." Ahadi's voice was deep but gentle. Sehale drew in a couple of shaky breaths before crossing his arms in frustration.

"Denahi, how did Nanenna get hurt?" Miotep asked as she checked Nanenna for any abrasions.

"I fell on her-" Sehale began.

"—I asked Denahi." Miotep spoke firmly.

"I had the drum sticks then Sehale grabbed them and they slipped out of my hands." Denahi spoke softly still looking at the ground.

"Denahi, look at me." Ahadi's deep voice swept over him. Denahi raised his head slightly to see that his Baba was kneeling before him, staring at him intently. His voice was firm and beckoning. "You are the eldest."

"I know." Denahi looked at the ground again. His voice was small. His Baba was his hero. He hated upsetting his Baba.

"You're the 'Wise Leader' of the family. Do you think that sneaking into your brother's room and stealing his things was a good idea?" Ahadi questioned his six-year-old.

"He would have played the drums and woken up the entire house. I didn't want that to happen." Denahi confessed with a small voice.

"That was very thoughtful of you but was it the right thing to do?" Ahadi continued to question. After a minute of silence Ahadi decided on a different approach. "If Sehale came into your room and took away your guitar would you think that he was nice or naughty?"

"Naughty."

"Why?" Ahadi was trying to get Denahi to think about his actions.

Miotep decided to leave Ahadi to sort out the boys and left to brush Nanenna's hair. She carried her daughter into her room leaving young Sehale to watch the conversation between his Baba and brother.

"Because I love my guitar and I don't want Sehale to break it." Denahi looked into his Baba's eyes as he said this. He gave his voice strength, it was important that his Baba knew how serious he was about his guitar.

"I didn't take his guitar!" Sehale interrupted with a yell.

"No, you didn't." Ahadi reassured his four-year-old before turning back to his eldest son, "Sehale loves his drum sticks and you took them without his permission. That isn't wise and it's not right. I want you to apologise to Sehale for taking away his sticks."

"But I-"

"—Don't argue with me, Denahi." Ahadi's calm demeanour became stern.

Denahi turned to his younger brother. Sehale was standing, hands by his side, sticks in his left hand, pyjamas twisted around his small frame. "Sorry."

"Thank you, Denahi, for apologising." Ahadi said to Denahi before rising to his feet.

Sehale returned his drum sticks to his room, placing them gently on his kit before running back to his Baba and brother. Sehale giggled as he ran. As he came closer to the pair he yelled out in joy, "Baba! Starship!"

Sehale saw the wide smile appear on his Baba's face which spurred him on. He ran faster and jumped into the waiting arms of his Baba who raised him high above his head. Complete with spaceship sounds of whirs and beeps Ahadi swung Sehale around high up in the air.

Denahi looked on in anticipation, the drum stick incident completely forgotten. His own little smile starting to appear on his face. It didn't go unnoticed. Ahadi twisted Sehale around in his arms and turned him towards his brother.

"U.S.S. Enterprise to Starfleet Headquarters. Come in, Starfleet. Unidentified object approaching. Do I attack or do I flee?" Ahadi faced Denahi, unmoving, Sehale giggling and squirming in his grasp.

Denahi raised both his hands into 'claw' positions. He leant forward before shouting, "Flee, Enterprise, flee! Klingons approaching!" Denahi screamed with laughter as he chased his Baba and brother around the house. After jumping down the stairs and over the child safety gates he managed to grab hold of his Baba's leg.

Ahadi now had Sehale clinging onto his back, bouncing up and down and Denahi gripping tightly onto his right leg screaming, "Klingons attack! Enterprise down!"

Miotep entered the downstairs lounge room with Nanenna on her hip. Nanenna's hair was tied back into short pigtails and pink clips were shoved roughly into her hair. That was Nanenna's contribution. She was content on Mama's hip until she saw the excitement before her. Within seconds she had managed the escape her Mama's grasp and waddle over to Baba's other leg.

Miotep just laughed and watched on not willing to help her husband out of this situation.

"Enterprise to Starfleet! Need back up!" Ahadi shouted at Miotep.

"Not this time, 'Enterprise'." Miotep chuckled.

"Enterprise is going down! Captain Uhura is going to die!" He begged for her assistance. The lounge room was spacious with a few sofas and plenty of book cases. The floor boards creaked under Ahadi's feet.

"Well, 'Captain Uhura' should have left the Enterprise in the care of Captain Pike. At least Captain Pike can get a team of Ambassadors and a stinky African Peace Keeper to Vulcan and back in one piece without Klingons attacking." She retorted.

"Can Starfleet at least send a distraction?" Ahadi's voice was strained. He was bent over and his hands were flying around everywhere to keep his balance.

Miotep chuckled before clapping her hands loudly gaining the attention of her three young children. "Everyone to the downstairs bathroom to wash your hands and faces. Mama's making ful medames this morning." Within seconds all three children erupted into a simultaneous scream of pure happiness. They detached themselves from Baba and ran towards the nearest bathroom.

"Denahi make sure you help Nanenna." Miotep called out after them. Denahi slowed his pace and waited for Nanenna's chubby form to catch up.

"Come on, 'Nenna. Mama's making ful! You love ful!" Denahi said joyously and Nanenna nodded her head vigorously in agreeance.

Miotep looked over at her husband and laughed out loud. Ahadi was still bent over, hands now on his knees head between his legs. "The Enterprise needs an upgrade." He barely uttered.

"You're gonna need it. Because we're having one more." Miotep said softly as she placed one hand over her flat abdomen.

"What? Are you serious?" Ahadi puffed out.

"Would I joke about this?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm pregnant and that's the truth. No jokes."

"Save me, Captain Pike." Ahadi managed to say before he laid face down on the wooden floorboards.