Strike the First
The first strike against her conclusions about their future relations came with the handing out of ship assignments.
She got the nasty shock of finding he had placed her on the Farragut. It resulted in one of the few arguments they'd ever had and quite a blow to the obstinacy of her blind attachment to him.
She supposed he did it to try and protect her, put her on a safer ship, and a small part of her rejoiced at the regard, but an overwhelming part of her roared in outrage and betrayal; he knew how much she wanted the Enterprise, they had discussed it just last week.
It's not like she was a relationship expert, having never been in love before now, but she didn't think that true romantic love was about disregarding each other's dreams for one's own convenience. If someone shares so great a part of themselves with you, wouldn't you do what was in your power to help them along the way?
Not shuffle them off to the Farragut without second thought.
And if, in the best case scenario, he did do it out of an overwhelming desire for her safety, then he should not have kowtowed to her argument so easily.
Admittedly, she had been accused by friend and foe alike of being head-strong and willful, and thus it wasn't as though her objections lacked force, but she wasn't all that stubborn…
Well, maybe she was, but still, if anyone could have persuaded her, it would have been him.
And she knew that he was obstinate – he could teach endurance to stones – so why didn't he stick to his original plans and stop her with his steely, precise logic? Or even with some trumped-up premise?
God knew he had investigated the Kobayashi Maru incident obsessively, unflagging in his conviction that the cadet had cheated.
She came by his office as usual, thinking that they might talk, but instead she was treated to watching him at the computer for hours. He'd been one-minded and laser-like in his search, going over every line of code multiple times. Meticulous and thorough.
Finally, he sent her away, claiming his need for solitude for optimal concentration and her own need to eat. Defeated, she left with only with his promise to see her in a few days.
Days!
And yet he'd been swayed from his original path regarding her placement so easily. He could put his entire being into tracking the farm-boy, but couldn't be bothered with her. Even now, it rankled.
Well, maybe it was better that he didn't love her because if he had, she would have died with the rest of the Farragut's crew. Dark was her comfort and a shudder ran through her at the thought.
Lucky me, she thought wryly, reciprocal feelings would have been my doom.
The first near miss with death was still sharp for her, filling her stomach with dizziness when she thought about it.
Sometimes though, in the privacy of her mind, she took a perverse comfort in the fact that she wasn't alone in almost dying because of him.
He almost killed the person with whom he was really in love too.
With his own two hands nonetheless.
So maybe this will end up being a longer series than I thought it would. 'Tis fun to write and doesn't seem to want to be short.
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Any other tell-tale signs of Spock not digging Uhura that you think should be included? I've got a few, but I'd like to see other evidence.
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