Uhura made her way through the ship towards the galley. Now that they hypospray had taken effect, she was feeling ravenously hungry. That wasn't the only thing on her mind, however, and she absently smiled at the 'other' medicine she'd received in the sick bay. It was true she had no real lasting, yearning feelings about continuing any sort of substantial relationship with the good doctor, but at least he was diverting enough from the problems at hand.

"Good morning, Scotty!" She chirped as she passed the engineer. He muttered something about 'no yelling', one hand pressed against his head and the other wrapped around the neck of an empty scotch bottle. She paused, watching him recede, wondering how his uniform had gotten so rumpled and stained in just one night. Then, she shrugged, and continued on her way.

She hadn't gone far before she had to stop suddenly as Spock rounded a corner.
"Spock!"
"Uhura."
She tried to speak past the frightened butterflies in her stomach. "We have to talk ... about last night."
"That would be logical."
There was an awkward silence. Then, Uhura crossed her arms. "Okay, so I admit I failed to be clear about one thing when we became intimate; I wish to be exclusive."
"I do not believe I can agree to that."
Uhura started. She'd mostly been expecting to clear up the issue and continue as normal. "What ...I mean ... What?"
"While our relations have been agreeable, I have met a certain individual who ..." He paused a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered his words, "gives me an even greater degree of satisfaction." He regarded Uhura carefully. "If it is not your desire to entertain multiple partners, than we should end our relations."

Uhura tried not to scowl, and failed. "Right. How logical. I'm glad we had this talk."

Spock arched an eyebrow. "As am I, Lieutenant."

"Good day, then." She muttered, shoving past him. She'd suddenly lost her appetite and could think of nothing better than listening to deep space for a while.

Uhura had been expecting the bridge to be empty, but as the lift door opened and she stepped out into the newly repaired room, the Captain's chair swiveled around. Kirk had been scowling, but his expression turned to that of surprise when he saw who it was.

"Uhura!"

"You." Uhura grumbled, clenching her fists. "Who do you think you are?"

Kirk stood, but Uhura closed the gap quickly, until Kirk had to take a step back.

"I-"

"Do you ever even think about the other people involved? Or are you just so driven by your overwhelmingly overactive hormones that you black out?"

"Uh-"

"Did it ever occur to you that we were happy, without you interfering? Do you think you're so special because you could distract him for-"

"Hey there, if you two were so 'happy', then why was it so easy for me to get to him in the first place?"

Uhura took a step back. "Easy? He was … Easy?"

"Look, the first time it was him and me and a bottle of Romulan Ale. After that, well …"

"Wait, how long has this been going on?" Uhura had begun pacing back and forth, looking at the dark control panels.

"Not … long."

Uhura glared at him.

"Listen, I'm mad at him too, okay? He was supposed to talk to you. This wasn't supposed to blow up like it did."

"Yeah, well, it did."

"Well, I-"

The intercom buzzed. Scotty's voice rang out boisterously loud and somewhat slurred. "Party in the sick bay! Party in the-"

They heard movement in the background, and McCoy's voice faintly came over the airwaves. "Scotty, let go of that! And watch the Saurian brandy!" The line went silent.

For a moment, neither Kirk or Uhura spoke.

Then, "Excuse me." Kirk ran to the lift.

Uhura watched him leave, infuriated. She let out an exasperated sigh and slumped into her chair.

"Boys." She muttered, before securing her earpiece and losing herself in deep space.

Hours later, her stomach started making more noise than deep space, and she removed her earpiece with a sigh. She arranged her station back to how she found it, and was nearly in the lift when the intercom buzzed.
"Admiral Pike to Bridge."
"Lieutenant Uhura here."
"I need a word with Captain Kirk, do you know where he is?"
Uhura paused a moment and considered the request. If he was where she suspected, he was most likely drowning in alcohol and in very poor state. She gave a small smile. "I believe he's in the sick bay, Admiral," she chirped.
"Thank you, Lieutenant. Admiral Pike out."
Uhura entered the lift and pressed a button. Lunch was waiting, and her appetite had returned full force. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it, Captain?" She muttered to herself with a wicked smile.