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Special thanks to beta Notes from the Classroom
In this Fic Spock is stationed on the Farragut while Nyota is still at the Academy. They are an established couple. Pike is the Farragut's captain, and Number One is the first mate.
Vulcans Don't Share
"You will unhand me. Now." The familiar voice rose above the din of the ship's holiday party...it was oddly laced with venom.
Spock? Number One looked up from where she was nursing her second screwdriver just in time to see her favorite Vulcan science officer rip a hand out of the grasp of Nurse Chapel. For a moment Spock's arm hovered in the air as though he might strike her, then it fell to his side.
That wasn't good. That was also very, very weird. Spock didn't lose his cool--even when he was in a blown-out escape shuttle with Klingons literally crawling over the top of it.
"Spock," she called through the crowd, "why don't you come over here."
Spock...ambled? Yes, ambled was definitely the word for it as he came over to her, a mug of something in his hand. Huh.
Reaching her, he stood a little too close...his pupils looked too wide for the dim lighting in the lounge.
The two bar stools on either side of her were filled, so Number One slid off hers. "Let's go find a place to sit down," she said.
Lifting an eyebrow, Spock replied, "You should not exert yourself in your condition, Sir. I will pull up a chair. Please hold my drink."
Before she could respond, he thrust his mug into her hand and their fingertips touched briefly as he did. He tilted his head at the brief telepathic contact, picked up her emotions and said, "Do not be annoyed with me....You are still recovering from radiation exposure."
Number One restrained the urge to dump his drink over his head. Bastard. Still treating her like a china doll.
He was gone before she had a chance to even shoot him a cutting remark. With a huff she looked down at the mug she was holding in her hand. It was warm and there was a layer of what looked like cream on top...and it smelled strongly of cinnamon and vanilla and...uh oh.
She was about to taste it just to be certain when Spock came back with a stool. Sliding it next to hers he took his drink back and slugged it down with a loud "Ahhhh...." at the finish.
Slipping onto the stool, he rocked a bit and then grumbled, "This is not stable."
Number One stared down at the stool and suddenly realized why it was rocking. It had been bolted to the floor...He'd ripped a bolted stool out of the floor...this was so not good.
Looking up sharply Number One asked, "Lieutenant Commander, did you just drink a mug of hot chocolate?"
He blinked. "No, Sir. That would be irre...irre...irresponsible." He licked his lips. "In point of fact, I was drinking...drinking...xocolatl."
Shit. "That is Aztec for hot chocolate, Spock." Although the Mexican beverage was made with chilies and without cream. Some ass had slipped Spock a mickey thinking an inebriated Vulcan would be funny.
"Really? Fascinating." He blinked, and then his fists curled. Standing up, he looked around the room. "If I apprehend the person who gave the first one to me I will...I will..." His whole body swayed back and forth.
If he apprehended the person who given him that first drink he'd probably wind up court-martialed. Wait...how many had there been?
Her stomach sank. This was the guy who had saved her from Klingons, was at least partially responsible for saving the lives of 15,000 plus humans on Epsilon 1235, and he had been, well, taking good care of her the past few weeks as she recovered from her near deadly dose of radiation exposure -- along with Pike, of course. It wouldn't have been nearly as comfortable to be alone with Pike...there were already so many rumors.
Taking a deep breath, Number One slung one of his arms over her shoulder. "Okay, big guy. We're taking you back to your quarters."
"That sounds entirely logical, Sir," Spock said.
Maneuvering him around, she gritted her teeth and guided him to the door. As they passed Chapel, Spock let out a low growl and Christine shot Number One a villainous glance. Number One did her best not to roll her eyes.
"She was...trying to...seduce me..." Spock said as they moved into the hall outside the lounge. "I wanted to throw her across the room." He shook his head. "And not in an affectionate manner."
Number One felt herself go slightly cold. That was more than she wanted to know about Vulcan affectionate behaviors.
Suddenly Spock stood up straight and stopped, drawing her tight against his side with the motion and nearly knocking the wind out of her.
"I warn you," he said, his face suddenly way too close to hers...their lips almost touching. "If this is an attempt at seduction, it will not be successful."
"I'm not attempting to seduce you, Spock." In annoyance she grabbed his hand to let his touch telepathy do the talking. "See?"
His eyes caught hers for a moment, then they darted forward. He blinked. "Indeed."
They began awkwardly hobbling down the hall again...and Spock began to talk...and talk...and talk. Number One sighed.
"Itisnot that I donot find you att...att..attra..aesthetically pleasing," her science officer said. "Your features are symmetrical. Your figure is healthy...and I greatly appreciate your chess playing skill as well as your dedication...dedication...to duty."
"That's nice, Spock," she replied keeping her head facing forward. "I always appreciated that you've never hit on me." She hoped he'd take the hint.
"You are a very attractive female and a credit to the human race," he blurted out. "But...I am bonded...for all intents and purposes...anyway. Soooooo....I will not be seduced."
"Good to know." She panted, his weight beginning to wear on her. She really hadn't recovered from the radiation exposure and he was heavy. And his heat...It was normal for him, she knew from their sparring matches, and from him carrying her back to bed while she'd been recuperating...still, she'd never had to bear it this long.
Just to be on the safe side she added, "I'm also your commanding officer."
"There is that as well," said her Vulcan friend.
A turbo lift magically opened in front of them and Number One dragged them forward. "Could ya' help me out here and support just a little more of your own weight?" she grumbled between heaving breaths.
"You are right. This is highly...highly...inappropriate," Spock said. "You are still ill. It is I who should be supporting you." Dropping his arm from over her shoulder as she turned them around, he tried to support her from beneath her elbow, but as soon as the turbolift moved he promptly fell to the floor.
Breathing hard, Number One left him there until the lift came to rest at the officers' deck. Then she grabbed a hand and pulled. "Spock," she panted between tugs, "how many hot chocolates –"
"Xocolatls."
"How many mugs of xocolatl did you drink?"
Stumbling to his feet, the Vulcan said, "One...or two...or three...or four...help me get...out this door." Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Iam a poet...and you didnot know it. Hmmmm....Iam almost saying contractions....fascinating..."
Settling into her place as a human crutch beneath his arm -- which was really too hot -- Number One decided she didn't share his sense of wonder.
She managed to lug him to his door with only one break, and after three attempts Spock finally entered his key code. Breathing a sigh of relief as the door whooshed open, Number One waited for Spock to move off her shoulders and enter his quarters...but he just stood at the door swaying.
Taking a deep breath, she hauled him directly forwards to the foot of his bed. There was no baseboard; she intended to let him topple. Their knees were only a foot from the mattress when Spock abruptly removed his arm from her shoulder, turned his back to the bed and said very sternly, "I warn you, seduction will not be success--success--success--"
Rolling her eyes as he swayed in front of her, Number One said, "I know. I got that. We're all good--"
And then he fell towards her.
A/N:
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P.S. How Number One got sick is in the Vulcan, as is the adventure with Spock saving colonists, and Klingons crawling over blown out shuttles. Spock taking care of Number One is in the sci-fi romance/comedy "Reunion" (S/U Romance, not Spock/Number One Romance)