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Ambassador Spock sat down in his assigned quarters and looked about him. This universe was so different and yet, so much the same. He sighed.
The Enterprise was taking him to Desierto--the Vulcans' new home planet. It was suitable. Desert planet, similar atmosphere of Vulcan, almost the exact orbital structure...but it was not home. And Ambassador Spock was fully aware of that. He wanted to help his people. He, of coarse, was the reason Vulcan was destroyed--it was his duty to help them.
So many things in this universe surprised him. Most notably, the relationship between his younger self and Lt. Uhura. It was...fascinating...to say the least. But it was a good thing. The Ambassador sighed once more and he reminisced. If only he had someone who loved him like that when he was that age...
He looked up when his door chimed. Slowly, he got to his feet and moved briskly to the door. It swooped open and he raised an eyebrow to see the face of the young Lt. Uhura staring at him intently.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"Certainly," Spock said and moved aside.
She looked around questionably.
"Is there something I can help you with, Lt.?" he asked.
She looked up at him. Deep into his eyes--into his heart. His breath caught in his throat for some very illogical reason.
"You're him. From the future. That's the only way I can explain how I feel about you," she said.
"Feel about me?" Spock said.
"Yes...There's something about you. It's so...him."
Spock motioned toward the couch and chairs. "Please, have a seat."
Uhura sat down in a chair and Spock sat opposite her on the couch.
"Am I right?" she asked.
Spock was greatly amused that she was so confident in herself--just like the Lt. Uhura he knew. Another reason this universe was so much like his.
"Yes. I am essentially the source of this reality," he said.
She nodded and leaned back in the chair. "So, about how I feel about you..." she said.
Spock only looked at her. He wasn't exactly sure what to say.
"I feel the same thing for you as I do for Spock. Love. You are...everything he tries to hide in himself. You are everything I love about him," she said.
"I was exactly like him when I was that age. But I learned to except myself. Give him time and he will do the same," Spock reassured her with a small half-smile.
Uhura smiled back at him. Again, Spock stopped breathing. Something about my younger self's relationship with her must be affecting me as well, Spock thought.
"In your time...were we a couple?" she asked still giving that breath-taking smile.
"No." Spock said softly.
Uhura made a face.
"Please, do not take that an offensive manner. It just...never happened that way," Spock said, almost regretfully.
Uhura nodded. "Tell me more about where you came from. Is it a lot different?"
"Yes, and no...It would be better if I showed you," he said and softly patted the seat next to him with a twinkle in his eye.
Uhura giggled. "Like I said, everything I love about him." and she got up and sat beside the older man.
Spock asked her for permission to enter her mind and Uhura smiled. "Indulge yourself." she said, and his breath caught again.
He gently placed his fingers on her chin, cheek, and temple. And he projected images into her mind.
Images of the Captain Pike he knew...of the Enterprise he knew. Of the Captain Kirk he knew. Of the Doctor McCoy he knew. Of Chekov, Sulu, and Scotty. Of the Vulcan he knew. Of his family. And...of the Lt. Nyota Uhura he knew.
He drew away and looked into her eyes. Uhura reached up and touched his face. "You loved her." she said, her eyes watering.
Spock nodded. "Not exactly how Spock loves you...but yes, in a subtle manner...I loved her very much."
Uhura started kissing his cheek, his neck. Spock pushed her gently away.
"I'm sorry..." she said, a little taken back he rejected her.
"I'm an old man, Nyota."
She smiled. "But you're him. You're the older, smarter him," Uhura laughed.
Spock half-smiled again. "This is true."
"And its not like its cheating..." she said.
"This is also true." Spock said.
He reached up and pulled her close to him. He stared into her dark eyes--his mouth only inches from hers. And he kissed her. Like he had wanted to kiss his Uhura for years.
She gingerly shifted and was sitting on top of him, her legs around his. Spock's tongue slid through her mouth and she let out a soft moan. You kiss just like him, she thought to herself.
Well, I am him, she felt an amused response. A chill of excitement rushed down her spine and she realized he could read his thoughts.
They kissed for a long time. It was all they had to do. Then, at some point, Uhura released herself from his bewitching hold and got up.
"I should go. You're probably wondering where I am," she smiled.
Spock rose and softly touched her face. "We'll do this again, I hope."
"Oh, yes," she said and kissed him softly again.
She gave him another one of those smiles, and walked out the door.
Spock sighed, once again. But this time, a sigh of content.
Liz
