Title: Poetry and Promises remix

Author: Linstock

Code: Spock/Uhura

Rating: NC-17

Type: Remix.

Au: The original; story Poetry and Promises was written by elaine451 . Part one is may own addition to the story and the actual remix of Poetry and promises starts in Part 2.

Many thanks also to my beta readers Alana71 and The Night Was Moist

Disclaimer: I own nothing (doubly so in this case) and no disrespect is intended to anyone. I receive nothing but the pleasure of writing.

I have realised that for some reason FF is removing all my section breaks. I have tried to reinsert them with no luck. I apologise for this as It does make the reading a bit harder. (If anyone knows how to fix this I would appreciate knowing)

Part 2

Chapter 3.

The club was already in full swing by the time the two men arrived. Several of their fellow officers were there and offered them a seat at their table. Spock wanted nothing more than to leave or at least seat himself at a table with his back to the wall and a good view of the door.

"Thank you, gentlemen, but I think Spock and I will head over to the bar first and then possibly peruse the crowd. This is Spock's first time here and there's so much for him to see," Pike laughed.

The other officers shook their heads in amusement and confusion. Although Commander Spock was well respected, he was also an oddity to most of his contemporaries. He was driven and brilliant, but he never truly fitted in. The Captain getting him to come out and play could be a good thing, most at the table agreed.

"So, you think Pike'll get him drunk and laid?" one junior officer asked.

"The way the ladies are checking him out, getting' screwed, probably not such an issue. But I definitely think he'd need to get drunk first," another chuckled.

"Hey, I'm just glad the guy finally agreed to get out. He's half human after all; he needs to let loose a little." The last officer waved a server over. "Double Patron shots for those two at the bar. Put it on my tab."

"Yes sir." She smiled at the young officer before moving away.

Spock's excellent hearing picked up the conversation at the table. It appeared the purpose of this establishment was to meet a sexual partner. He found he was not adverse to this idea.

"What's your poison, Spock?" Pike asked as he ordered a Bud classic.

Pike was alarmed at the look Spock gave him and held up his hands in mock surrender, "Joke, Spock, joke," said Pike, and thought, "Sheesh, Spock is jumpy."

"I do not consume alcohol, so a mineral water will suffice." Spock nodded.

"Oh, my boy, tonight is a night of firsts. So, let's see…" Chris looked over the drink list as two shots were placed before them.

"The gentleman at the table," the server pointed to the Star Fleet entourage, "he sent them over."

Pike smiled and turned to bow to his officers saying, "Spock, it's rude to refuse."

"Yes, sir," The Vulcan imitated his Captain and downed the drink, the taste was unremarkable but he enjoying the slight burn as it made its way down his throat.

Spock placed the now empty glass down on the bar and turned to observe the crowd. He was watching carefully, vigilant for signs of concealed weapons. In his own universe, clubs of this kind were common locations for assassination attempts, and he was determined not to let his guard down.

His eye was caught by the flash of a red dress and by the length of long legs ending in a pair of high heel sandals. They were the most illogical footwear that he had ever seen. The heel height and angle, while admittedly aesthetically pleasing on a female, forced the wearer so far up and off balance that her rear was pushed out and they had to use small and mincing steps when walking. He idly wondered if they were meant as an exercise in torture or sexual bondage. The thought heated his throat in a way quiet unlike the drink. He liked the way those shoes appeared on the end of those magnificent legs; he liked the familiar emotions elicited in his system at the sight of them. The body ensconced in the dress and shoes was also very familiar to him and caused his breath to catch in his chest. It was Uhura.

In his world he had desired Uhura. But that Uhura had been an ambitious woman who played her own game by her own rules and her game did not include him. Given time, he would have changed that; he would have been the one to tame her. He had kept a mental record of every slight she had given him and one day she would have paid him out, with interest. He could afford to be patient; or so he had thought.

Like everyone else in this world this Uhura was similar but subtly different to her counterpart. This Uhura had long straight hair. She wore less cosmetics and her body, although just as seductively curved was somehow... softer. Her dress a deep red that complimented her skin tone, it had a halter bodice that ended just below her bust and the skirt ended a good five inches above her knees. But it was those shoes that had really caused the problem. They were red, barely held onto her feet with several thin straps, and heels that were in his estimation at the very least, 4 inches in height. They looked…fascinating.

When the music stopped Spock watched Nyota bite her bottom lip and scan the crowd. Her Orion companion pulled at her hand, evidently trying to get her to go over to a table with Kirk and McCoy. Spock stiffened at the sight of them. Nyota seemed to be arguing and pulled away and making her way to the bar where she turned and came face to face with Spock.

"Oh!" Her mouth fell open in what he assumed was shock and for 4.5 seconds she was speechless, however to her credit she recovered admirably and continued, "Hello, I would've never imagined seeing you here." She smiled up at him and Spock was at a loss of what to say. However, Pike was not.

"Cadet! You look lovely. What can we get you to drink?" The captain smiled warmly and was more than a little pleased that he didn't have to devise a plan to get these two together in close proximity.

She shrugged as she looked up at Spock. "I guess whatever you're having."

"A Bud Classic for the lady." Pike told the bartender. "Please add it to my tab."

"Thank you Sir." said Uhura. She seemed almost as ill at ease as Spock.

"No problem Cadet."

He turned to Spock. "Need to use the restroom, I'll be right back."

Pike then turned to Uhura and said, "Cadet, please take my seat. You look after him while I'm gone. Make sure he does not make a strategic withdrawal in my absence. It is the first time I've been able to get him to really socialise properly since he left hospital." He was watching her closely and it saw the slight look of surprise his statement caused. It was obvious that she had not known about Spock's accident.

"Thank you, Captain." She moved past Spock and took up the stool next to him.

"It took me a second to recognise you," she smiled up at him raised her eyebrows and stroked her chin lightly. Spock realised she was referring to his beard and he merely raised a sardonic eyebrow. "I was quite surprised to see you here, Commander." Noyta took a sip of her drink and continued to look up at Spock.

"No more than I, Cadet." Spock downed a shot of a drink known as tequila.

"You should probably go a little easy on those, if you're not used to them." She advised with a smile.

"The fact of the matter is, Cadet Uhura, alcohol does not cause inebriation in Vulcans." He slightly shrugged.

She stared at him for a few moments then threw back her head and laughed. "Well, I can assure you, Captain Pike will certainly be amused with that revelation."

"Indeed." He marvelled at the smoothness of her throat, and then quickly gave himself an internal shake. His internal controls were obviously slipping.

She leaned a bit closer to Spock. "Why are you drinking it then?"

"I surmised that the Captain was attempting to 'loosen me up.' I did not wish to offend him by advising him of the fact that liquor would not accomplish this."

"Oh," she seemed surprised, "So, you were considering his feelings? Fascinating." She tilted her head to one side and studied him. "You are just full of surprises tonight, Professor."

He considered her behaviour. She was sitting close to him, her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open and she periodically moistened her lips with her tongue. She was leaning closer to him than was necessary for comfortable conversation and the way she smoothed back her hair or adjusted her earrings suggested that she was nervous. Her tone was playful. Spock concluded that Uhura was flirting with him. No. She was flirting with the other Spock. Spock felt a bitter wave of jealousy. The other Spock who had everything, that Spock could even have Uhura. Well the other Spock was not here and Uhura was. It was Spock's turn to take something for himself.

"Nyota, as we are off campus, please use my name. It seems somewhat irrelevant to use titles in an establishment such as this." He tilted his head to one side and studied her.

"Indeed, you are correct." She smiled up at him again. "Spock?"

"Yes, Nyota?" He noticed his voice was 12.6% deeper when she was in close proximity to him.

"Do you dance?" She asked.

He looked around at the people gyrating on the dance floor and shook his head. "Not this sort of dancing."

"What sort then?" She had a quizzical look on her face.

He had done his research meticulously and had even booked time in a holosuite and learned the dances the other Spock knew. "My mother insisted I learn ballroom dancing as we attended many formal functions with my father in his capacity as Ambassador." He answered.

"Would you dance with me?" She asked in a voice that made him inwardly groan.

"In ways you cannot imagine," he thought. But instead, he replied, "As this music is inappropriate to such a style of dance, I do not see how I could."

"Oh, they don't play this type of music exclusively. They do play some old standard Earth music." As if on cue, a slower song began to play. "Ooo, 10CC, a musical band from the latter 20th century. Now that's going way back. It's entitled 'I'm Not In Love', one of my favourites."

She smiled again and held her hand out to him, leaving it at his discretion to touch her or not. "This song is quite appropriate to a modified waltz, I think?"

Spock narrowed his eyes at the young woman in front of him and nodded. "Yes, I do believe you are correct." He stood and took her hand in his, leading her to the dance floor, which had only a few couples dancing.

He entwined his fingers in hers while placing his other palm against her bare lower back and pulling her close to his body. Nyota bit her lower lip as she placed her hand on the back of his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Is this acceptable?" He whispered, causing her to shiver.

"Yes, Spock, quite acceptable." She turned her head to whisper in his ear. Spock kept his mental shields firmly in place but tasted Nyota's surface emotions. He felt, nervousness.. affection and desire... for him. Spock's gut clenched and he held her just slightly tighter. Nyota sighed softly.

The Vulcan heard her reaction but controlled his own physical response. This was dangerous. He was in public, surrounded by potential enemies and he could not lower his guard. He was experiencing a disconcerting mixture of emotions. Part of him wanted to protect this gentle Uhura in his arms, and part of him wanted to punish her for wanting the other Spock and to force her to take him instead. He vowed to himself that she would be his.

"Nyota…" He didn't really have anything to say, but felt the need to say her name.

"I'm in accordance, Spock." She rubbed her cheek on his chest and nestled deeper into his arms.

TBC..