The Illogical Decision

Ch.2

A/N: If I owned Star Trek or any of its associated merchandise…which I don't, would it honestly be deemed a Fanfiction? Oh, and reviews are appreciated, they help me dare I say it…better myself. Also I have no Beta-Reader any want register their candidacy? ^_-

It was wrong, and she knew it, yet she couldn't find it in herself to just walk away. The conversation held nothing to do with her, or so she had thought. Was he expecting her to just let it go, to end it, and so easily? Had they not just endured everything together? Had they not just barely escaped with their lives? Had she not been there after the death of his mother? And yet he was ready to leave her so readily, so willingly.

She couldn't stop the flow of tears, that through everything, she had tried so desperately to hold in. She turned down the empty corridor with silent sobs raking through her body. The click of her regulation boots echoing through the halls, and traveled to the conference room where Spock and his father conversed.

Unaware of the fact there was anyone on the entire level of the ship, Spock was taken by surprise by the familiar sound.

"Father, if you will excuse me." Spock was out of the room before Sarek responded. He exited the room about a second too late. The only thing he was able to see was a glimpse of Nyota's distraught tear-streaked face, as the doors to the turbo lift slid closed. Of all the people aboard the Enterprise, Nyota Uhura had to be the one person to overhear the conversation. Upon seeing the look of sorrow, unsuitable for her beautiful face, he felt a sharp pang of guilt that he was the cause.

Barley making it to her quarters, she ran straight towards the couch. She collapsed there and started to sob, and gave a futile attempt to let it all out through tears. She didn't even notice it when the doors to hers quarters gave that silent swish open.

He hesitated at her door. He didn't know whether he should knock, if he did she'd be too angry to answer, and now it was imperative that he speak with her, and that he explain as best as he could. In the end he just placed his hand on the pad outside her door, and the print was recognized.

He walked into her quarters, the scent of jasmine strong but pleasantly soft and familiar wafted in the air. He waited just a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, and headed in the direction of the couch where he saw her curled with her arms around hers legs and her chin resting on her knees as she cried.

He knelt down by the couch permitting one hand to gently trace circles about her back, in an endeavor to comfort. She continued to cry for the next 4.3 minutes according to his internal calculations, then her tears began to recede they didn't stop, but they receded. She then took a deep breath, and exhaled straightening herself out further. Finally pulling herself together enough to talk, she seized the opportunity.

"When are you leaving?" she asked, hurt clear in her voice.

"Nyota, I believe it would be easier to talk if I were able to see your face." Spock noted avoiding the question.

"Lights 10 percent. Spock, answer the question." The light turned on, not very bright, but just enough to where she could see his face clearly, and so she was sure he'd be able to see hers.

"We arrived at Earth in 6 days, when New Vulcan has finished being scouted and deemed suitable, we will seek the first available transport there. The scouting should take at the least, 2 more months." He stated not daring to look her in the face, even after his request of the light so that he may do so.

"I see, and were you planning on telling me this any time soon, or were you act as though everything was just great, and tell the day that you plan on leaving."

"I assure you Nyota that I fully intended on informing you of my decision as soon I found it necessary."

She shook her head in disbelief. "Like when you assured me that you would never leave me?" Tears began to threaten the rim of her eyes, and she bit her lip to try and hold them back.

"I am sorry, but I have made a commitment to my father, and my species faces extinction. I this instance I must put logic before my emotions. You must understand that under any other circumstance, this would not have been the decision I would have made."

She grabbed his face in her hands and stared at him intently looking, searching for any truth of his words. He hid his emotions well enough to where she could see nothing, so she released his face. The tears threatened again, and this time she did nothing to stop them. They silently cascaded down her face, releasing only some of the pain, that she was filled with.

"Can you forget logic Spock, for once?"She whispered through tears.

"Nyota, I cannot." She sighed.

He didn't want her to cry, but she did, and it was because of him. He reacted to the tears the only way he could, he gently thumbed them away, and cupped the side of her face with his hand. She involuntarily turned her face into the warmth of his palm, realizing that this will be the last time she will be with him like this.

"I must leave, to inform the Captain of my choice to resign my commission to Starfleet." His face softened, as he stood to leave. He looked at her for a moment, as though trying to imprint her face into his mind. He will see her again, but not like this. He wanted the smell of her quarters to forever float about his thoughts.

He stopped at her door to turn and face her; she had her arms wrapped about herself, looking for confidence in something. Once he says goodbye, it will be what marks the end of both of them, of what they had. He took a deep breath, not ready to say it, but it had to be said.

"Mene Saakeht ur-seveh t'nash khio'ri. Taluhk nash dung- kwon-sum veh k'dular, k'hat'n'dlawa." He said as he let his emotions get the best of him.

"Nash-veh vesh' t'ashayam, hi rai-weht." She said coldly. "Sanoi trasha." And so he did, but painfully, he exited her quarters and headed back to his through the cold and empty steel corridors. He knew that she was no longer his, but the pain of her verbally stating it, and so cruelly, caused him to retire to his quarters for the duration of the evening. He believed that if he didn't meditate soon, that he would personally endure the term "falling apart'.

TBC….

A/N: So, how was it? Any better than the 1st chapter? If so please tell me I'm 13 and I still have a long way to go before I get any better at writing, and yeah I know, my punctuation is dreadful, but oh well.

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Translations:

"Mene Saakeht ur-seveh t'nash khio'ri. Taluhk nash dung- kwon-sum veh k'dular, k'hat'n'dlawa."= "Live long and prosper my star. I will always cherish thee, half of my heart and soul."

"Nash-veh vesh' t'ashayam, hi rai-weht."= " I was belonging to you, but no more"

"Sanoi trasha."= "Please leave."

Oh and Nyota means 'Star' in Swahili…