As before, the first chapter is in third person, to set the mood and everything right. Really just an edited version of the same chapter.


"So you and Spock dated…"

Uhura paused, mouth paused around half of a small sandwich that hovered against her lips. Her eyes flickered up and over to Lissette; the young woman was staring out of the plate glass window separating them from the deep vacuum of space. Her wide eyes reflected the stars, the glow of the engine just below the window. Uhura wondered what was going on behind those unique eyes for her to ask such questions. She wasn't entertained by anything outside that window, she wasn't seeing much to begin with. Her right eye, a brilliant cerulean color, was the only eye she could see out of. Her left eye, however, a very dull green and covered in a thin milky white haze, was completely clouded. She had no sight in her left eye.

Uhura cleared her throat a little and set the sandwich down on the plastic square draped over her crossed legs. "Um," she straightened her back and cocked her head a little, dark hair spilling over her thin shoulder. "Well, yeah."

Lissette's lips quirked in the corner and she looked at Uhura. "How uh…how far did you guys…ya know?"

It took Uhura a moment for her to understand what the young woman meant and when she did figured it out, her mouth popped into a perfect O; she smiled a bit. "Well, as far as we went…we only kissed and that was only twice. I think he only reciprocated one of those kisses…"

"Nothing else," Lissette urged gently.

Uhura stared at her for a moment and then sighed, folding the edges of plastic around the sandwich and then setting it to the side. She turned to Lissette fully and folded her hands in her lap. "No, why do you ask?"

Lisstte groaned a little. "Well, I feel like a triple tramp now."

Uhura got a look of slight disbelief on her face and she jerked her head back a little. "Triple…tramp," she pursed her lips.

Lissette groaned again and nodded, leaning forward onto her legs, arms dangling on either side of her knees. "Yeah, a triple tramp. I made it up myself."

"I can tell," Uhura muttered, looking at the window for a moment then she looked back to the young woman in front of her. "Why do you ask?"

Lissette tensed up then, regretting hat she had just done, and then she sat up. "Well," she smiled at Uhura sheepishly. "You see what happened was…"

It took Uhura five seconds.

Her face drew tight and she raised her brows. "Get outta here."

Lissette's cheeks turned bright red and she shook her head fiercely in embarrassment. "Please don't say anything!"

"How?"

Lissette stopped her head, stumped by Uhura's head. "Huh?"

"Quite simple, how? I didn't know Spock had sex."

Lissette hissed at the bronze skinned woman, her hand darting out and latching onto hers. "Shut up," her eyes darted to the two young men standing around the food dispensers; they were lost in their own world of over-enthusiastic hand gestures. "No one can know."

"But you told me," Uhura stated blankly.

Lissette sighed and reached up, running both sets of fingers through her hair, trying to tame the fluffy mass; she had been sick all morning, she hadn't felt like doing anything but putting on clothes. "Well, you're one of my best friends, Uhura. I couldn't tell Kirk something like this, he wouldn't understand."

"You wanted to ask me questions," Uhura mused and then smiled a little. "So?"

Uhura wiggled her eyes. "So, how was he?"

And right back to raging cheeks. "It was…it was nice," she cleared her throat a little. "Being with Spock and all. I haven't had too much experience with good so I wouldn't be able to give a full picture."

"This has just been a very fulfilling day," Uhura sighed, a grin playing at her lips.

Lissette scooted closer to Uhura, placing both hands against her arm. "Uhura, you can't say anything to anyone, alright?"

"Fine, fine," Uhura smiled gently at the young engineer. "Back to the questions you wanted to ask."

"Well yeah, but I'm not really sure what it is I wanted to ask you anymore," she chewed on her bottom lip.

Lissette was never usually someone to be this shy. She was Captain Kirk's best friend, she didn't have the opportunity or ability to be this shy. But this was something different. She had…she had slept with Spock, the stoic half-Vulcan Commander of the 1701. She wasn't talking about something like a party or where to get a good drink. Who she would be picking up by the end of the night or one of those one night flings she was used to by this point. This was something big. She supposed this was a good excuse to act the way she was, she deserved to act this way. She could still feel the butterflies in her stomach – Lissette Umbridge never got butterflies from a man.

But this wasn't just any man.

Uhura stared at Lissette for a moment. She looked so nervous, which was such a new thing to see on her. "Do you think something's wrong?"

Lissette looked up at her with those wide, curious eyes and she shrugged. "I don't know," she looked back down. "I feel achy and feverish and I haven't been able to eat anything really solid over the last month. Fruit and vegetables have been my main courses. No meat or anything, I throw it right up."

Uhura had a minor temper flare. If he infected her with some Vulcan disease…Uhura took a calming breath and lifted her hands up, lowering them slowly, as if that would actually help her and it did a little. She looked over at Lissette and smiled, patting her friends' knee.

"Maybe you should go talk to McCoy, get a checkup. You haven't, have you?"

Lissette shook her head. "No, I just thought it was sort of motion sickness or my body reacting to all of the fumes and stuff I have to deal with down in the engine room. But it's been going on a month now and I'm sort of worried. Maybe I do need to go to the med-bay."

Uhura stared at her for a long time. She couldn't think of anything that would cause such symptoms. She didn't know of anything that would cause you to throw up just strictly meat. What could it be? Lissette shook her head a little and re-crossed her legs, tugging the skirt of her uniform down a little. That was when her attention span snapped; her temper flickered to how short her uniform was. Then she saw the desperate look on Lissette's face and her concern was back to her friend. Lissette was a strong woman, Uhura knew that from the six months she had been on the ship. She never let anything get to her; once, she had cut her right calf open and was as fazed by it as McCoy. But this, this was causing her to be in distress, made her fearful of going to the med-bay.

"I'll go with you," Uhura offered, standing up abruptly.

Lissette looked up at Uhura with those wide eyes again. "Really," she asked in a squeaky voice.

Uhura's brow furrowed. "Who are you?"

Lissette shook her head. "What is something is wrong with me, Uhura? I don't know if I want to know if something is seriously wrong with me," she muttered, picking at her nails.

"Well, what if it's something we can easily get rid of? You won't have to be worried and you definitely don't have to be scared alright? Just stand up, hold my hand and we'll go see McCoy. Everything will be ok, I promise."

Lissette quirked her lips into the corner of her mouth. She was hesitant, but she nodded and then smiled. "Alright, as long as you stay with me."

Uhura huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "No, I'm gonna ditch you the first chance I get. Of course I'll stay," she reached out and grabbed a hold of Lissette's hand, pulling her onto her feet. "Now come on, let's get this over with."


McCoy was disgruntled as always when Uhura and Lissette stepped intot he med-bay. He looked up from a manila folder that was in his hands and huffed. "What do you want now, Lissette? Come to tell me what I'm doing wrong again?"

Uhura hissed at him, tightening her grip on Lissette's hand. "Shut up, McCoy. She's in here for a checkup."

He pushed himself up from the chair he was seated in, dropping the folder into the seat. "She never comes in for a checkup, unless it's for her eyes. And that's only happened once."

"Well I am now," Lissette grumbled. "Please, can you just not give me a hard time and help me figure out what's wrong with me"

McCoy stared at her silently for a long moment and then sighed, nodding and dragging her over towards an examination table in the very back of the room. "Fine, come hop up here and tell me your symptoms."

Lissette nodded, dragging Uhura with her to the back of the room while McCoy stood on the opposite side of the examination table, pulling out two plastic gloves and snapping them on dramatically. Lissette let go of Uhura's hand and clambered up onto the table, situating herself on it before she unzipped the top of her jumpsuit shrugged it down around her hips, leaving her sports bra exposed to the cold air of the med-bay.

"Symptoms," McCoy muttered, walking around to her front and shooing Uhura out of the way.

Lissette cringed as McCoy took a rough hold of her jaw and her eyes caught Uhura's where she stood at her left side. "Fever, I'm always tired," she cringed again as McCoy abruptly shoved two fingers into her mouth, lifting her lips up to see her gums. "Fuck that hurts…I can't eat anything besides vegetables and fruit, I throw it up immediately. Nothing but water, no sodas or anything else," she snapped her teeth at McCoy as he let her go. "And it's all been going on for a month."

"And why haven't you said anything to me," he questioned, pulling off the gloves and tossing them into a red bagged bin.

She shrugged. "I thought it would pass."

"it's been a month," he grumbled, looking up at her. "I want to do a few tests, but I need to know if you have done anything strange in the past few months."

Uhura barked out a laugh that Lissette blushed fiercely at. McCoy looked between the two women, watching them fight to keep a straight face and then he sighed. Lissette sighed as well and cleared her throat a little; today just got worse and worse.

"You can't tell anyone else…"

"What is it," he snapped.

She groaned and Uhura chuckled at her childish act. "Come on Lizzy," she teased. "Tell him…"

Lissette glared and then looked to McCoy in desperation. "I slept with Spock."

Uhura laughed again while McCoy stared at her with a blank face,. Had what she said broke him? Be blinked a few times and then his lips pursed, but not in laughter, almost like her was appalled, but then his brow dipped in confusion.

"I didn't even know Spock could have sex."

Lissette dropped her head while Uhura laughed. "It's not funny," Lissette urged, pushing her hair back. "Once, and it was an accident, to be honest I didn't know he could either."

McCoy didn't laugh at her, for her sanity's sake. "Well, that brings new light to the situation…"

"How so," Lissette's gut twisted in realizeation but he had to speak first.

He took in a breath and released it heavily. "First thing first, I'm gonna do a pregnancy test."

A ringing started in Lissette'es ear and her jaw tightened, tears pricking lightly at the edges of her vision. She reached up and placed a shaking hand against her stomach as McCoy wasted no time in pressing a needle into her arm. She didn't even flinch; Lissette had a deep fear of needles. Her eyes were set hard in front of her as she listened to McCoy tinkering around her. She didn't have the strength or the nerve to look over her shoulder at him.

The only thing she could think about was him.

"Spock," she whispered.

Uhura looked over at her. "What is it?"

Lissette finally looked up. "Spock…I want Spock," she whispered. "Now."

Uhura nodded and looked over at McCoy. "Make sure she doesn't freak out, how long do we have to wait?"

"Just a few minutes with this test."

Uhura nodded and hurried out of the med-bay, her heels clicking against the floor loudly.


Uhura wasn't subtle in getting Spocks attention on the bridge. He and Kirk were having a minor argument about something surely stupid and she made her presence know, stopping in the doorway and slamming her hand against the frame. A few people looked up, the amusement from watching their Commander and their Captain argue washing away with the sharp look in her eyes. She pointed at Spock, who was still busy with Kirk.

"Spock," she quipped, though it was more like a scream.

His ears pricked sensitively to the way her voice rang against the bridges walls and the room grew quiet. He looked over at her, saw the firm set in her jaw, and raised and eyebrow to her. He cleared his throat gently and clasped his hands behind his back, turning to her fully.

"Lieutenant Uhura," he spoke gently. "You have gained my attention, what is it you want of me?"

Uhura hated the way he talked. "Med-bay. Now."

"Whatever f-"

"Now. Spock," she growled out, turning on her heel and marching back down the hallway.

Spock stared at the spot where she had stood for a moment and then looked around the room, seeing eyes on him. He raised an eyebrow and everyone quickly adverted their eyes in a snap, resuming their 'activities'. Save for Jim, the captain of the 1701. He was smirking in amusement at Spock, confusion and slight curiosity also present in his eyes. Spock didn't want to deal with Kirk's smart comments at the moment, but they rolled off his tongue so effortlessly.

"Ooook, someone's in trouble," Kirk taunted.

"Hush," Spock muttered before he followed Uhura's path.

What could he possibly be needed for in the med-bay? He would have been contacted through the com system, or his private messenger. Why did Uhura have to come get him so rudely for? Of course, he would have to thank her. She kind of saved him from a continuing argument with Kirk, an argument for which the point was lost to Spock; Kirk just liked to rile him up and Spock couldn't say he just went along with the plan, even if he was supposed to just think it was a simple argument when in truth, Kirk was an ass.

He paused on the threshold of the door into the med-bay, seeing Lissette with her arms wrapped tightly around Uhura's waist, her face buried in her sternum. Uhura cooed into the young engineers hair, stroking it gently as she stared at McCoy. He was the first to notice Spock, but Spock was not concerned with him, he was concerned with the young woman crying on the examination table. Uhura looked up when McCoy gently shook her elbow, his fingers lingering there for a moment before he dropped his arms to his side. Uhura gave a small smile and then her face grew disgruntled and she bent over slightly, enough to see Lissette's face and then she whispered something that made Lissette shoot up.

Her eyes riveted on Spock, tears making them shine, making Spock's chest tighten. "Spock," she whispered in a pleading tone.

"Uhura…she came for me on the bridge," he explained on instinct, knowing that she knew what happened; she had sent Uhura to fetch him. "What seems to be the matter," he asked, crossing the room to stand at her side.

McCoy pursed his lips and reached to a rolling table at his side, passing a slip of paper to Spock. "Violet means no, red means yes. I'll have you figure that out."

He held the paper gently in his hands, eyeing the tiny squares with analytical eyes. He had seen this piece of paper or at least an example of it somewhere, but he didn't remember fully where. It was here…in the med-bay. Or was it a book? Maybe a book. But what was the meaning of it? As the reason slowly unraveled in his head, his eyes grew wide and wider, flickering to Lissette, who was staring at him with shiny eyes and her bottom lip gnashed harshly between her teeth. McCoy grunted and walked past Spock, plucking up the manila folder he had been reading on in the first place and he plopped down into the chair he had also been sitting in.

"Hate to be in your shoes," he comented.

"McCoy," Uhura scolded, smacking his arm rather forcefully before she grabbed a hold of his shirt color and lifted up. "Out," she ordered, giving him little choice with her grip on his clothes.

He protested as she man-handled him towards the door, leaving Spock and Lissette in remote silence after a moment. Lissette stared up at him, her breathing ragged and the tears never ceasing until he pursed his lips together gently and leant forward, catching a tear with his lips. She let out a small sob and ducked her head, holding it in her hands.

"What are you so sad," he asked quietly.

She shook her head a little. "I'm not…well, I don't think I'm sad," she looked up at him. "I'm more like scared."

"Why?"

She shook her head again. "Because of you…"

"Why were you scared of me," he asked, his confusion growing.

She smiled a little and reached up, smoothing out his brow with her fingers and then running them down to his neck. "I just…I didn't know how you would react…"

"You just found out?"

She nodded. "Yes, the test was done as soon as Uhura returned."

"What do you want to do with it?"

She looked up at him with those wide eyes. "Wh-What do you want to do with it?"

He hesitated. This was why he asked her, the carrier, first. "I would…I would not mind keeping it."

It took her a moment, but she smiled through the tears. "I would too…"

He stared down at her as she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her face tightly against his firm chest. He stayed stoic momentarily the n decided to go against his instincts and wrapped his own arms around her, thinking about the future for a moment before he drew himself back to the present.

"There is just one complication," he muttered.

Her eyes snapped open against the blue of his shirt. "What?"

"Who wants to tell Kirk?"