A/N: Ok so here is a update. I'm giving you guys two chapters to make up for lost times. Also for those who had some concerns about having McCoy find out who the father is so early in the story I felt as though that just because it's the future does not mean that they should use that kind of technology. I think if you guys found out who the father was now then the story wouldn't be interesting. So you guys are going to have to wait and find out. Also I want this story to be romance/drama/comedy so that you are not confused. Alright go read.
Nyota had no time to mope around in her quarters like a sick dog for the next eight months. Of course she was extremely emotional and felt like she could puke all day, but she couldn't let that affect her duties on the bridge. It was quite awkward at first to see Kirk and Spock everyday on the bridge like nothing had happened. For all she knew her child was growing pointed ears inside her; sadly enough she didn't know. She couldn't decide who she wanted to be the father; all the men were different in their own way. Spock would make a good father, but she wouldn't know how to raise a quarter Vulcan baby. Spock came from a planet that ridiculed him because he was half human; she couldn't imagine raising their on Vulcan II and expect it to be accepted. Scotty was out of the question, he was nice, but would he love his scotch more than the baby? She sketched an image of Scotty having the baby in one hand, sandwich in the other while trying to fix a cooling reactor at the same time. Kirk who was hands down not father material, he seemed that he could care less about this child. She prayed so much that he wasn't the father of her baby. If he was then what was he going to teach the child? That it's ok to cheat, to sleep around and use corny pick up lines? Then there was Doctor McCoy who has a daughter of his own would know what he was doing. He seemed to be the most dedicated to the baby so far, but he is always so grumpy and busy in the medical bay. Face it, she was in deep trouble and there was no way out.
Nyota stopped daydreaming and got back to work at her communications post. She let out a large sigh that caused almost everyone on the bridge to look. Burying her head in to her monitor she ignored the looking eyes. She didn't feel a baby yet, but she had the symptoms. Her head had been hurting since breakfast causing her to feel sicker. Her stomach began to push fluids up to her mouth, but she swallowed to keep it down. She quickly dashed from her seat to the nearest woman's restroom. When making it she knelt in front of a toilet to release her vomit. A couple of curious female crewmembers peeked into the stall, asking if the communications officer if she was alright. Nyota waved them away quickly not wanting to be bothered with questions. When she finished she tried to catch her breath by sitting against the wall with her knees up to her chest. She had to be in the restroom for about fifthteen minutes just lying on the cool tile floor trying to recuperate. All was quiet until she heard some people storm in the restroom. She didn't care to see who it was, so she remained on the floor with her eyes closed. The footsteps step were clunky and heavy, it was strange that they were too heavy to be a woman's boots. The steps stopped at her stall.
"Uhura!" The voice of Kirk called. She looked over her shoulder to see Kirk, Spock and Doctor McCoy looking down at her. McCoy pushed passed the two and squeezed himself into the stall with her. He helped lift her back up and rested her body against his chest.
"What are you guys doing in here? You know this is a woman's bathroom." She asked.
"Spock and I noticed that you practically sprinted from you station and left the bridge. You were gone such a long time that we got worried, so we located you then we called Bones to meet us down here." Kirk explained then looked at McCoy. "How is she?" McCoy who had this tricorder out at this time had scanned her body.
"She's fine, but she looks like she could use some rest." McCoy said. She had noticed that she in was in an interesting position with the doctor. She was leaning against his chest with arms stretched out in front of her as he used his instruments to scan her. His mouth was too close to her ear. His voice was usually rugged and tough, but this time was calm and sensitive; kind of sexy sort of speak. She turned to look up at him as her brown eyes met with her eyes. She was so close that she could see his pupils dilate when looking at him.
"No, I'm fine. I just want to get back to my station."
"Uh no missy you need some rest. I'm ordering you stay in your quarters until I think your fine." McCoy put his arm in between her armpits and lifted her up. Spock held his hands out for her to help McCoy lift her up.
"Doctor McCoy is right Lieutenant. I will be able to take command of communications until you are fit for duty." Spock said. She had no way to argue with these guys, so she had to give in.
"Ok I will go to my quarters." She replied. She felt a little irritated that these men thought that she was some damsel is distress.
"Do you need assistance to your quarters?" Spock asked.
"No, I can make it." Her tone sounded irritated. She quickly left without saying goodbye or thank you. Spock cocked his right eyebrow, and then turned to Kirk.
"By the sound of her voice she sounded as though she was frustrated by my question. Did I say something to have upset her?" Spock asked.
" Nah, just two words mood-swings." Kirk said.
She didn't go to sleep when she reached her quarters, so she laid in the dark on her back. She couldn't help, but to think about the baby situation. Four men and one woman, to her it sounded like an awful movie. She hated everything about this and didn't want to be apart of this anymore. Things could have been different if it was one man and that man was a serious boyfriend. Her hand touched her still flat stomach, knowing that in a few months she would start showing. The doorbell charmed softly. She pressed a button on her nightstand to see who it was.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"It's uh Scotty." Scotty's voiced said on through a speaker. What was he doing here?
"Come in." She swung her legs over her bed and proceeded to her living room. Scotty who looked nervous entered the room with his hands clenched together holding a bag. She never thought in her wildest dreams that he would be in her quarters. "Hey what are you doing here?" Trying to sound casual.
"I heard that you were sick today, Keptin Kirk told me."
"Oh it was nothing. I get sick everyday pretty much. There is no need to worry."
"That's good. Just wanted to check." He gave a nervous chuckle. There was a slight awkward silence between the two.
"Is there anything else?" She asked.
"Oh yeah there is. I brought you a sandwich for you. Thought you would be hungry. It's got a bologna, salami, liverwurst and sausage on it." He handed her the greasy bag. Just the names of the sandwiches contents were disgusting, let alone the meaty smell.
"Thanks Scotty, I will eat some later."
"Well I have to go, I hope you feel better."
"Ok thanks for stopping by." He turned around and left her room. She couldn't stand the smell of this sandwich, but sadly enough she wanted to eat it. Her stomach turned. "Never mind." She tossed the bag on the counter and went to her sofa. She's been off duty for about three hours and it felt like murder. She wanted to be the bridge working, but it would be good idea to take McCoy's advise. She stretched out on her sofa and began to sleep.
Waking up she heard her door ring again. The only time she wanted to take Doctor's advise she couldn't if people kept coming by. She walked over to open the door. When the door slid open there stood Kirk with arms behind his back like fine officers.
"Hey there how are you feeling?" Kirk asked quite cheerfully. She wasn't in the mood, but she had to tolerate her captain's nonsense.
"Well still sick as a dog, but what else is new?"
"You gave us a scare back there." He smiled. She was pissed that he was starting to care about this situation, about damn time.
"Oh I scared you? Since when do you give a rat's ass on my well being these days?" She snapped for a moment but quickly calmed herself.
"I'm sorry if I've been acting like a jerk for the past few days. I guess I couldn't be serious the other day because I was freaking out. I wanna help you, really I do." "Then you can help me by leaving my doorway." Silence fell between the two as they stood face to face. A brief knock on the metallic wall broke the tension when the McCoy poked his head in behind Kirk's shoulders.
"I didn't know it was happy hour in Uhura's quarters. What the blazes is on here? I thought I ordered this woman some rest." McCoy said.
"I was just seeing how she was doing, but I didn't know it was a crime. Besides what are you doing here? I thought you weren't a doctor who does house calls."
"Normally I don't and it is my business with what I do with my patients."
"Ok I won't tell you how to do your job." Kirk looked toward Uhura. "Hope to see you the bridge Uhura." Kirk said then left her door way. She ignored Kirk's apology and tried to put a smile on to talk to her doctor.
"What can I do for you doctor?" She asked as she sat on her sofa. He took a seat next to her and began to look in his pouch that he held in his hand.
"It's more of what I can do for you." He replied. "You know I'm a old country doctor and I believe that the best medication is the homemade kind." He pulled out a small tube with a brown liquid inside. He placed the container in front of her. "I've been meaning to give this you. It's an herbal tea remedy that I used to make for my ex-wife when she was pregnant. It helps clear up any symptoms you have. Take two sips a day and you should feel better."
"You made this for me? I really appreciate this." She twisted the cap and took the two sips. "Not bad, it tastes like sweet tea." Capping the tube she placed it back on her lap. He poked his nose back in his pouch and pulled out another vile, but this time it was a clear liquid.
"This here will calm those nerves. Take this when you are feeling stressed or can't sleep." He passed the vile to her.
"Thank you." She replied. He closed his pouch then started to get up. She stopped him before he could leave his seat. "Wait doctor, can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Is this baby thing really that hard?" She asked.
"Well yes and no. Yes because it long process for woman, but no if you are properly supported." He replied. She looked down at her hands, so that he could not let him she her eyes water.
"Well I mean I'm trying to be strong, but this baby is taking a toll on me." McCoy sighed and reclined in the corner of the sofa.
"Like I always say, even the toughest wall can crack. I don't expect you to hold everything in. Actually I want you to let those emotions out, it's healthy."
"I know it's getting harder, I'm not going to lie, but this is scary. I mean I thought I would meet a man, get married and have children, not the other way around. How am I going to tell my family? They are going to have a heart attack when they hear this. How am I going to explain to my child on how they were born? Then how am I going to start a relationship with four men?" She began to panic, but he stopped her by placing a firm grip on her shoulder.
"Hold your horses darling, keep thinking like that and you will give yourself a headache. Just relax yourself."
"I'm sorry to rant." She sighed.
"Don't be. Now listen tomorrow I want you to meet me for a check up at 1300. I think its safe for you to go back to duty tomorrow, but take it easy. I will let the others know about your appointment."
"Ok, I will see you tomorrow.
