Hello! I'm so sorry! I had no interwebz last night! It was hooorrrible! Here's another chapter. Remember, there's no real plot, it's purely just to satisfy your Spock/Uhura whims! Comments are loved! XXXPQ
When they were in their first year, she and Gaila used to play a stupid game that they called 'Who would you rather?" They would play it as they sat on benches in the quad at the Academy, wasting five minutes between classes. The point was to decide who would you rather spend fifteen minutes locked in a closet with.
"Right," Gaila said, peeling an orange and glancing around. "Admiral Barnett or...Admiral Komack?" Nyota screwed her face up.
"Admiral Komack?" she asked, disgusted. "Are you serious?" Gaila snorted and stuffed a segment of fruit into her mouth.
"Okay, yeah, that's actually kinda gross huh?" she mumbled as she chewed. "Alright, alright," she conceded, looking up and down. She squinted and put her hand over her eyes to shield them from the afternoon sun as Nyota leaned across and helped herself to a piece of her orange. "Admiral Barnett or Commander Spock?" she said, gesturing with her chin to the lithe figure that was slinking along the path in the distance.
Nyota pursed her lips for a second. "Spock," she stated. "Easily." Gaila turned to her with a sceptical look.
"Really? The Vulcan?" she asked with surprise. Nyota shrugged.
"You're telling me you would rather make out with Admiral Barnett? He's practically old enough to be your father," she retorted. Gaila tilted her head to one side and considered this.
"Yeah but he's Human at least," she replied pointedly. "Everybody knows Vulcans only do it once every seven years. What would you do stuck in the closet for fifteen minutes? Discuss logic?"
Nyota huffed a breath of amusement. "Rather that than Admiral Barnett, Gaila," she told her. "And anyway, I don't believe that seven year thing."
"You know something you're not telling me?" Gaila teased. Nyota rolled her eyes.
"I mean, his mother is Human right? Are you seriously telling me she would have married his father knowing that's what she was getting?"
Gaila slurped loudly on a piece of orange. "Who knows? Maybe he used his Vulcan mind control on her," she quipped. Nyota curled her lip.
"Oh please that is a complete myth," she said disbelieving. Gaila's brows went up her forehead.
"So you say," she said. "Although, it is kind of hot right?" In the distance Spock hesitated outside a door, turning and glancing across the quad right at them. Gaila swallowed. "You don't think he heard us do you?" she asked nervously.
"Their hearing isn't that good," Nyota assured her.
It was years later that Nyota was messing around at a console in Spock's office, trying to overlay Vulcan ideographs onto a Federation Standard keyboard and failing. She jabbed at the controls and let out a huff when the interface jammed up.
"I believe there is a system error," Spock had intoned from his desk and Nyota turned to see him staring at his own console with a raised brow. She gave him a toothy grin and hunched her shoulders up.
"Soorry," she chirped contritely. Spock pushed up out of his chair.
"Do not apologize," he said, moving around the desk. "I have encountered this problem on numerous occasions. I have been intending to revise the programming for some time."
"Can you fix it?" she asked, spinning her chair and looking up at him.
"I can," he said. "If you will come with me I will show you the procedure so that you can remedy it yourself in future." Nyota shuffled out of the room after him. She followed him a short distance down the hall and hovered beside him as he opened a door in the wall.
"The server room," she observed as he slipped into the dark space, moving to stand in the doorway. Spock disappeared amid the mass of computer servers that lined the room. "If you will come with me I will show you how to correct the fault," his disembodied voice implored. Nyota stepped into the narrow space, slipping sideways between the towers that flickered with lights. It was very warm and a low hum buzzed in her ears from the computers on either side, that strange smell of overheating electronics filling the air.
"I've never been in here before," she commented as she found him around the corner sliding a tray out of the side of one of the towers. Spock looked her up and down and nodded slightly, the stubble on his face exaggerated by the lights from the circuit he had just opened. Nyota leant down as close as she could and peered intently at the inner workings of the computer, pushing away an invasive thought about watching him shave.
"Cut the power here," Spock instructed gently, pressing a small button on the edge of the tray. The lights went dim in that small section of casing and they were plunged once again into the half light from the multicolored diodes that flickered all around them. "This circuit here," he said pulling out a the flat crystal disk for a second before dropping it back in and turning the power back on. Nyota chuffed a breath of amusement.
"I like your style," she teased and he quirked a brow.
"It is an effective method," he said. "Although I believe it would be prudent to dedicate an afternoon to correcting the program itself." She nodded.
"That sounds interesting," she replied. "I don't know enough about programming as it is. We could do it now, if you don't mind me getting in the way?"
"I do not," he assured her, sliding the tray back into the tower. When she stood upright, he blinked as her hair brushed against the side of his face and froze for a second. A moment later as he stood also, he realised they were standing a little too close for propriety although he had to admit it was not exactly unpleasant. She licked her lips and his gaze flitted down to her mouth before dropping briefly to give her the once over. Her breath seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet. "I have completed the reset of the computer," he murmured, meeting her eyes once more. Nyota nodded mutely and stood frozen, trapped between him and the tower behind.
"Uh huh," she mumbled, her lashes fluttering as she chewed on her lip for a second before shuffling sideways towards the door, well aware that her bosom pressed intimately against him as she did so but unable to do anything else.