Title: More Glimpses
Chapter 2 : Second Glimpse
Author: Linstock
Code: Spock/Uhura
Rating: T
Type: Romance, angst, humour, smut and all points in between
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Trek the characters or profit from this writing.
Summary: A collection drabbles written using the Spock/Uhura prompt table two.
A/N: These drabbles aren't related to each other or any other story so don't be surprised if one seems at odds with another. They were written using the prompt table 2, general prompts, from Spock/Uhura on LJ. Some prompts repeat from "Glimpses" and I have tried to handle them differently this time. The stories range from amusing to sad to sexy. While they mostly focus on Spock and Nyota there are a few that focus on just one of the pair.
As before each drabble is exactly 100 words. Writing these bite-size snippets continues to be an interesting challenge.
Beta-ing by the incomparable SpockLikesCats.
heartbreak
"I planned to travel the stars, explore, be first to discover new languages … love wasn't part of the plan."
His precious daughter, she still thinks life can be planned.
"Is it such a bad thing?" he asks.
"A relationship with another officer is a recipe for heartbreak, baba."
"So, protect yourself - leave while you still can."
Nyota looks at the man she's loved fiercely all her life and her heart breaks … a little. She can't follow his advice.
She whispers, "It's already too late to choose ... I love him ... I guess I'll risk the heartbreak."
truth
This question had been the cause of conjecture during the girls' late night drinking sessions. The arguments were heated, in more ways than one. Now all speculation would be resolved; the downside was that Nyota couldn't tell, or even hint that she knew. It was a pity; a lovely bottle of Andorian fire liqueur rode on the answer.
He softly spoke her name. She turned slowly and looked. She knew the truth. Nice ... very, very, nice ... she'd carry this knowledge to her grave, but she knew the answer to the burning question: Commander Spock ... boxers or briefs?
mind meld
For Nyota sexual intimacy cements their relationship. This isn't the case for Spock. He values their physical relationship but still experiences a sense of separation.
His previous sexual experiences were wholly human. He's wanted a woman's body, felt the bite of lust, but he's never wanted to touch another's mind, the idea was distasteful … too intrusively intimate.
For the first time he yearns … as they brush Nyota's face his fingers tremble. Locating her meld points effortlessly, he experiences an almost magnetic pull through his fingertips. He ... connects ... all separation dissolves … he's completely one with Nyota.
swept
As Spock coalesced, re-forming from a cloud of scattered potentials into a living creature, her crystal-bright relief and love pervaded his molecules. He could almost believe it was the force forming him, rearranging him subtly as it did so. In that moment he knew, beyond doubt and hope, he loved Nyota ... completely. Before, his feelings were heavily overlaid with shame, doubt, uncertainty, fear and deeply conflicted loyalties. No more.
But there was barely time for a fleeting caressing glance and the briefest touch of finger tips before he was swept away by the flow of events toward the denouement.
alternate universe
Nyota lies in Spock's arms, thinking.
They know an alternate universe exists. The experts say a damaged time stream will seek to correct itself and, in the other universe Spock and she aren't lovers. At first she feels as if their relationship is somehow a cosmic mistake and will be "corrected" out of existence at any moment.
Finally she realises their love is an equally "true" reality; indeed, being just colleagues may be the aberration. They can never know.
She sighs. Spock's soft embrace is warm and present and for now this love is her only reality. It is enough.
red and green
In the crowded market place Nyota catches a glimpse of red hair and vivid green. She turns, joy rising, and sees … a red-haired stranger in a vibrant green dress.
A breaking wave of grief crashes over Nyota, crushing the breath from her and tumbling her through vivid disjointed memories … Galia … friend ... almost sister … terror … ships dismembered, dying … horror ... bodies floating like dust motes, suspended in space …
Spock catches Nyota as she falters, leads her into a quiet lane and his strong arms hold her firmly until her sobbing and trembling subside.
order
When Spock showered a blast of cool water hit him. Hairs were on the soap. When he left the bathroom something stuck to his foot, part of a feminine hygiene product's wrapper. His slippers were kicked under the bed. The kassa juice bottle was empty. His stylus wasn't where he'd left it.
The door slid open and the cause of the disruption to his perfectly ordered life swept in. Her face clearly showed her pleasure at seeing him. She came to him and raised her face for a kiss as innocently as a child. He obliged.
Perhaps order was overrated.
teasing
The breadth and depth of subjects covered was astounding. Nyota listened with interest, then amazement, and finally amusement as the recitation continued.
Note to self, never ask a Vulcan "what's on your mind", he might just tell you.
Finally Nyota propped her head on her hand and recited ...
"And still they gazed
and still the wonder grew
that one small head could hold all he knew.*"
Spock stopped, a slight crease between those delicately slanting brows. "You are teasing?"
"I am indeed."
"Your enquiry was ... rhetorical?"
"It was."
"I apologise."
"Please don't," she replied and kissed him softly.
*The Village Schoolmaster by Oliver Goldsmith
fight
Spock could easily hurt her by accident, simply by gripping too hard. He never has. He is truly a gentle man.
Seeing Spock, driven by overwhelming rage and grief, unleash his strength and fight, shakes her to the core. Frozen in shock she watches as the hands she's kissed ... such beautiful, sensitive hands ... hurl Kirk across the room; pin him, and slowly, deliberately begin to crush the life out of him.
Can she ever see Spock the same way again?
He raises his head. She sees pain … horror … vivid in his eyes and knows the answer.
Non-Verbal Communication (For Valentine's Day)
Nyota carefully places Spock's hands on her face. He adjusts his fingers.
Nyota allows the complex melange of her admiration, trust, lust and longing to fill her, melt and flow toward Spock. She whispers "I love you."
He draws a startled breath. For the first time he ... understands perfectly... he feels Nyota's love. She has practiced this so he would understand. It is his Valentine's Day gift.
A reply rises within him, rich, smooth and dark as melted chocolate. Spock's love coats Nyota's mind.
They kiss deeply, lingering, tasting as they explore the perfect chocolate-rich sensation of their love.
AN: I had hoped to have this ready for Valentine's day, but it was not to be. I left the last one in anyway . I would love to hear you opinion, don't be afraid that you have nothing valuable to say , knowing what worked or failed helps me improve and knowing you read motivates me to write.