A/N : Thanks for the lovely reviews. =) and for reading. NOW, I know this second chapter is a bit soon, but since it's the weekend, I thought I'd better post and write while I have time. School always seems to get in the way of writing, it sucks, but meh, what can we do? ;D


Given their recent dealings with time travel, and the paradox's that go with it, Spock thought that nothing could take him by surprise, but something about this… it just wasn't something someone normally encounters.

He suddenly felt uneasy, if this was his and Uhura's child, why was she all the way out here, alone. What had happened to them? And had he not arranged for the child to be placed with a suitable relative if something did happen ?

But then he stopped dead, for what he saw, was easily the most beautiful thing ever to exist in all the galaxies and the universes that they belonged to.

The little girl, with her copper-dark skin was resting, ever so peacefully on a sick bay bed. She had jet-black long hair, with big curls throughout. The long locks framed her little face beautifully, her delicate little nose belonged to her mother, as well as her lips. Spock smirked, at her ears, which were Vulcan and pointy. But what he was curious about, was her eyes, for they were currently a mystery, as she was sleeping, and had them closed.

"She's an angel" said Uhura in a whisper, almost reading Spock's mind.

"Indeed" remarked Spock, as hesitantly reached out to touch a lock of the child's hair.

As if she sensed it, the little girl opened her eyes, and Uhura inhaled sharply, and her heart rate increased. Spock though, didn't turn to look at her, because he couldn't break his gaze from the little girls eyes, big and brown, his heart almost broke from happiness, as he knew who the owner of those eyes were, they were the eyes of his mother. Of course, he had his mother's eyes too, but they were different, probably given the gender, his eyes seemed more masculine. But the little girl's big feminine eyes, were the same, the same as his mother, whom he had missed so much.

"father" she said weakly, so weakly that it broke Spock's heart even more and twisted his insides, for, he wasn't sure why, given he had only met her a few seconds ago, but he loved her very deeply. For, now he understood the bond between a parent and child.

The child broke her gaze from Spock, and looked to Uhura, and her eyes widened, in what Spock measured to be shock.

"You're…my…" she stammered, still in shock.

"Mother," Uhura finished, and smiled warmly.

"But that is quite impossible!" the child started, apparently upset.

"Why is that?" Inquired Spock, stepping closer to the child,

"Because my mother died during my birth."

Spock felt weak, very weak. His insides ripped, or felt like it. With this new knowledge that Uhura would die, birthing their child. His fault, all his fault. She meant so much to him, no, this can't be happening, she will die.

She,

Will,

Die.

Not having lived a full life, not even having seen her baby, his baby, their baby. When would she conceive? Had she already? Was she pregnant? Oh no. He turned his head a half inch to the right, then to the left,

Right,

Left,

Right.

"Spock" Uhura said, touching his shoulder lightly,

Spock spun around taking her in his arms, and cradling her in them. Almost to the point of sobbing, he said to her

"I love you, I love you, I will never let anything happen to you, you are the most important thing to me, and will be the most important thing to me, ever, in my life."


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