Hello friends! Chapter three is the longest chapter by far. I was watching an Ellen DeGeneres interview with Zachary Quinto and I laughed my ass off.
Ellen: But I wanna talk about playing Mr. Spock because that must have been, uh, if you weren't--and you have eyebrows, I can see that you do.
Zachary: You can see them from like five miles away I think.
XD. Gotta love it. Anyway on with the storryyyyyyy!
I don't own Star Trek, betches. Or the Ellen Interview. Or the song "Beyond Antares".
"I remember how I was like in love with you since I took your class," Uhura teased, "I loved your hair, your cute ears, the way you didn't take crap from anyone and how smart, not to mention insanely hot, you were!"
"My 'cute' ears?" Spock questioned.
"Yes," she said as she lightly touched the tips of them, "They are so cute and perfect and I wanted to touch them! I couldn't exactly ask you if I could! You probably would have said no anyway."
He shrugged, "Maybe I would have and maybe I would not have."
She smirked and said, "You know who told me from the start that we would be together?"
"Who?" he replied; he had a feeling of who it might be.
"Gaila." She answered. His feeling was correct.
Uhura continued, "She told me she constantly saw you staring at me during class and you would look at her, realizing she caught you, and give her a death glare. Was that true?"
"I have no comment on the matter."
The first day of the semester was the one day out of the year Spock disliked the more than the rest. So much work had to be done and there was not enough time to do it all. He took a seat at his desk in the front of the lecture hall and looked around the empty classroom with stadium seating. In six point four minutes, the 200 empty seats will be filled with mindless, superficial, moronic students who think they will pass this class by taking mediocre notes and slacking their way through the semester. They were in for a rude awakening. Spock's thoughts were interrupted as students started filing in, laughing and talking. He scowled and tried to focus on his PADD.
His focus was broken when he heard a girly, high-pitched laugh. He looked toward the door and saw two girls walking in; one thin, dark and beautiful and the other short, curvy and green. The green girl was obviously an Orion.
He looked away, then back up again; he had never done a double-take in his life. The dark girl was absolutely gorgeous.
The Orion was whispering a joke to the dark one, who responded by laughing loudly and exclaiming, "Gaila!" He watched them walk up the stairs debating where to sit. Gaila, the Orion, wanted to sit at the top and the dark one wanted to sit in the front. She tried pulling her friend to the top but she shook her head and walked to the front of the room. The dark girl took a seat in the center of the first row. Spock glanced around the room; it was about 80% full and only a handful of students were in the first two rows. His gaze fell back on her. She was very attractive. Her long, dark hair was pulled into a ponytail; her skin looked smooth and luminous. She looked up at him and smiled. His breath caught in his throat and he had to swallow it back down. He could feel the heat rising to his face as he stared at her nice smile. He gave a nod in return then stood up and started the lecture. He noticed how intently she paid attention, took lots of notes, asked even more questions and seemed to enjoy his lecture unlike some of the other students he saw who were sleeping or gazing off into space.
After the lecture was over, the dark girl and the Orion rejoined each other. He heard the dark one say she enjoyed the lecture and Gaila say she was crazy. Before leaving, she looked back and gave Spock one last smile then disappeared out of the door. He looked through his PADD for the list of students in his class. He scrolled through each page until he found her picture. Her profile read:
Name: Uhura, Nyota
DOB: May 23, 2235
Major: Xenolinguistics
-Fluent in 24 Terran Languages
-Fluent in 19 Federation Languages
"Nyota Uhura." He said aloud. He stared at her picture. She was beautiful and smart. He snapped out of his daze; he was getting too off track. Shutting off the PADD, he got up and walked out of the room.
Even though they saw each other four days a week, they never talked to each other besides during a lecture. Uhura thought about staying after a couple of times to try conversing, but one of two things would happen: Gaila would rush her out of the room or she would forget the conversation she had planned in her head and chicken out.
One afternoon after class, she decided she would talk to him. She watched the last couple of students leave as she picked up her books. Spock looked up from his PADD and asked, "Is there something I can help you with, Cadet?"
Her heart beat frantically against her ribcage as she nodded, "I wanted to ask…"
He waited patiently for her to finish. She hesitated again.
As she opened her mouth to speak, they both heard Gaila, who was outside the classroom, yell, "Uhura!"
She jumped and yelled back, "Coming!" before quickly exiting the room, not even looking back. One day, she thought, she'd be able to speak to him outside of the classroom.
Spock did not like Gaila for a number of reasons. She was smart, but acted dumb in front of men. She was always whispering during class. She would look back and forth between Spock and Uhura and knowingly smirk, which made him feel uncomfortable. And lastly, she interrupted a potentially important question Uhura had to ask him. Now he would never know what the question was, which slightly disappointed him.
Spring Break was a time Spock loved because most of the students went home and campus was quiet and peaceful. He enjoyed taking walks around the campus early in the morning, just as the sun was rising. This particular morning was warm but breezy, perfect walking weather. He started walking through the courtyard, enjoying the silence when it was broken by someone singing.
"The skies are green and glowing where my heart is…"
It was the most melodic voice he had ever heard. It reminded him of his mother's voice, when she used to sing to him.
"Where my heart is. Where… the scented lunar flower is blooming…"
He listened hard, trying to determine where the voice was coming from.
"Somewhere, beyond the stars. Beyond Antares."
His normally impeccable hearing was thwarted by the breeze which was blowing a bit too hard for him to figure out which direction the song was coming from; it sounded like it was all around him.
"I'll be back though it takes forever…"
The wind suddenly stopped. He strained his ears.
"Forever is just a day. Forever is just another journey…"
The soothing, angelic voice was coming from his right.
"Tomorrow a stop along the way."
He turned right and sped up a little. He wanted to catch the singer before the song ended.
"And let the years go fading…"
He looked at the building, no windows or doors were open. He deducted the songstress must be outside.
"Where my heart is. Where my heart is…"
He stopped suddenly; the voice was coming from his left now.
"Where my love eternally is waiting…"
He turned left behind a building and saw a tree and two legs wearing boots.
"Somewhere, beyond the stars…"
He approached the tree just as the song ended.
"Beyond Antares."
Spock cleared his throat, "That is an endearing song."
The girl jumped, obviously startled, and turned around. His eyes almost widened with surprise. She smiled, "Oh, hello Commander. You scared me."
"I apologize. That was not my intention."
"I know. I'm sorry I've never introduced myself before; I'm Nyota Uhura, sir."
He gave her a nod, "You have a lovely voice."
She smiled and looked down, embarrassed, "Thank you, sir. Beyond Antares is my favorite song. I didn't realize anyone was around or that I was singing that loud."
"You were not singing above the normal sound threshold--Vulcans have sensitive hearing. If you don't mind me asking, how come you are not home?"
Uhura looked around, "Well my dad is a doctor and he is a guest speaker at a convention on Gamomeka. My mom went with him. No one would be at my house, well actually my brother would, but I'd rather stay here then spend a week with him alone. How come you are here?"
"By the time I arrive on Vulcan, it would be time for me to return to the Academy."
"I see. I plan on spending my days relaxing and studying—that's if my roommate, Gaila, will let me study," she stood up and brushed off her skirt, "Speaking of Gaila, I have to meet her now. It was nice talking to you, Commander. See you around." She waved and started walking towards her dorm.
He said, "Have a nice day, Cadet." and started walking toward his office.
Spock glanced at the clock on his computer: 10:03 pm. He was three minutes late for his nightly swim. Swimming helped him get tired and wind down for the night. He put his lesson plans away, picked up his gym bag that had his swimsuit and towel in it, and walked to the pool. He liked working out or swimming late at night because usually it was deserted. Tonight, someone was there.
He put his towel on a chair and watched the other person emerge from the pool. It was a slender, dark, female wearing a burgundy bikini with her back towards him. Water dripped down her body and her long dark hair which flowed to her waist; he couldn't help but stare. She rung her hair out and turned around. Uhura looked even better in a bathing suit then he could have imagined. His eyes scanned down her toned stomach to her long legs and back up to her chest. His concentration was broken by her calling out to him, "Hi, Commander!"
"Good evening, Cadet. I did not expect to see anyone here." He replied with a nod.
She joked, "If I didn't know better, I would think you are stalking me."
He stiffened, "I have no intentions of harassing you. It is merely a coincidence we keep running into each other."
She laughed and flipped her wet hair behind her, "Oh, I know. I was joking."
He liked how she looked when her hair was out of the ponytail. He balled his hands into a fist when he had the sudden urge to run his fingers through her hair.
"Are you leaving?"
"Well I was, but I think I will stay a bit longer." She said as she sat down on the edge of the pool and put her feet into the cool water.
He climbed down the ladder in the deep end and began to swim laps. Uhura watched him intently, noticing he was very fast and he didn't stop to take a break for a long time.
Spock's muscles were burning and his heart felt like it was going to explode. He was fatigued but he kept swimming. For some strange reason, he felt the urge to continue. Maybe it was his compulsive need to be exhausted before he can retire to his apartment or maybe it was because he knew she was watching. He gulped down air every time his face hit the surface, but he still felt breathless.
As he was nearing the shallow part of the pool, a million bubbles and flash of brown hindered his vision. He stopped short in the water and stood up, panting. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at Uhura who was floating on her back.
"Did I injure you?" he asked in between gasps of air.
"No I'm fine." she said casually.
"Why did you decide to obstruct my path?"
"You looked like you could use a break."
"I assure you that I was not in need of 'a break'."
"Well you were swimming for like four years."
"One can not swim for four years without some type of—"
"I was being sarcastic. I just didn't want you to hurt yourself.
"I appreciate your concern but I am well."
She smiled and stood up in the waist deep water.
Spock gazed down into the water at his messed up reflection. He knew he could not look at her without thinking inappropriate thoughts. She looked stunning in a bathing suit. Her skin shimmered with a few drops of water that refused to slide down her body. Oh how he envied those drops of water. If only he could be a drop of water upon—wait a minute, he thought, it is foolish to be jealous of an inanimate object.
"Damn!" she exclaimed suddenly.
He looked up, "What is wrong?"
She turned away from him, "Well the strings on my top came undone. Can you tie it for me?"
He wanted to say no; he wanted to back away. He knew if he got close to her his control would be pushed to its limits. But to say no and not help out a damsel in distress would be rude and illogical.
She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes beckoning him to come to her. She flipped her hair over one shoulder and he started to tie the strings together. She leaned back into his touch and her shoulders pressed against his chest.
"Cadet…" he said, almost like a warning.
She lightly pressed her backside against him, "Call me Nyota, sir."
"Nyota." His whisper was deadly.
He ran his hands over her smooth shoulders and down her sides. His touch was sending sparks throughout her body. She spun around and kissed the corner of his mouth.
Toying with the hem of his bathing suit she asked, "Do you want this as much as I do?"
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on her delicate fingers grazing his pelvis bone. He ran his fingers through her damp, wavy locks and pulled her closer to him, if that was possible.
She placed a searing kiss on his lips and he grasped her waist tightly. The kiss made him feel like he was on cloud nine; he was floating to the heavens and nothing could bring him back down to Earth. Her scent lingering in his nose made him feel dizzy with lust.
"Spock," she moaned into his ear, "tell me you want me."
He breathed hard out of his nose, "I want you, Nyota." Right about now he would do anything she asked him to.
Just as her hand slipped into his shorts, an alarm sounded. He looked around, the alarm getting louder.
He opened his eyes and was met by the darkness of his room and the soft mattress of his bed. A voice came over the intercom, "Ignore the siren. This was just a test."
Spock covered his face, which was drenched in sweat, with his hands. That was one of the many recurring dreams he had about Uhura since he spoke with her a month ago under the tree. His other dreams usually consisted of a scantily clad Uhura trying to seduce him and he gladly obliged. He wasn't normally a dreamer.
He had a slight infatuation with her, he let himself admit, but she has captivated his mind and soul. He found himself following her to places just to observe her.
Sitting at his desk one afternoon, he asked the computer, "Computer, locate Cadet Uhura." This was something he did at least once a day. He had an insatiable curiosity to know where she was sometimes. He was hoping he could 'run into her' just by chance. She was in the library. He stood up immediately and started his journey to the library, which was on the other side of campus. It would take him twelve point two minutes to get there. He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to her or just observe her.
She was a fascinating person; how she was alone and how she was in public were completely opposite. He observed when she was with people she would hold her head high and stand straight, but when she was alone she hung her head and slumped her shoulders. He noticed when she was alone in the library, she would take her hair out of the ponytail and run her fingers through it. He noticed she had a nervous habit of chewing on her lower lip and her hands were always moving, whether she was tapping on the table or playing with the hem of her skirt. She liked to smile a lot and was easily excitable. She and Gaila were practically attached at the hip; he constantly saw them together, giggling.
The doors of the library swooshed open and he walked to the very back of the building where she normally sat. She sat in the same spot every time and every time no one was around. The first time he went to find her, it was like a maze; he had to walk past hundreds of rows of books before he finally spotted her. He always had a book on hand, so if he was ever caught, it would look like he was searching for something.
Just as he reached his destination, a sandy-haired cadet with short hair, passed him and headed straight for Uhura.
The male cadet said, "Hello Uhura."
Spock saw her visibly cringe at the sound of his voice.
"Kirk." She responded politely but with a hint of venom.
Kirk took a seat next to her and scooted his chair closer, "Whatcha workin' on, doll face?"
She gave him a death glare, "I'm working on this paper for Phonology. You wouldn't know anything about it so why don't you move along?"
He answered cheekily, "Not until I either get a date with you or your first name."
"How many times do I have to say no until you get it through your thick skull?"
"I never take no for an answer."
"Well you are going to have to accept it."
He rested his hand on top of hers and she was surprised by how soft it was.
Kirk said, "I can't accept it. I like you a lot. Why won't you give me a chance?"
She moved her hand away, "Because you were hooking up with my roommate, that's why."
"That's the only reason?"
"And because you shacked up with almost every girl at this school."
He scoffed, "Says who?"
"Says everyone."
Spock watched their confrontation with little interest. This Kirk seemed like a fool; Uhura repeatedly rejected him and he kept coming back for more. Maybe he was a masochist?
"And you believe them all?"
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't."
He honestly couldn't think of a good reason. He hadn't actually slept with a lot of girls at the school; they were all rumors. Yeah he was a flirt, but not a slut.
Instead of answering, he started playing with her hair, "You know, you look very nice with your hair down."
She slapped his hands away and quickly put her hair back into the ponytail.
He smirked and leaned closer, "Please Uhura, give me a chance?"
"No."
"Please? I promise if you just give me a chance I will leave you alone forever."
She was tempted, "No."
"Please Uhura?"
Spock spoke up, "I think she made it very clear she does not want to pursue a romantic relationship with you."
Kirk and Uhura both turned around, surprised. Uhura smirked when she saw who it was while Kirk upped and downed him. Who the hell does this guy think he is? Kirk saw he was wearing a Starfleet uniform so he cooled down a little.
"You are right." Kirk said as he stood up.
Spock continued, "I believe what you are doing can be construed as harassment. I think an apology is in order."
Kirk stared at the Commander, then Uhura and muttered, "I'm sorry, Uhura."
She smirked at him, "It's okay."
He nodded to her first, then Spock before leaving. Spock was about to leave as well when she said, "Thank you Commander. You're like my knight in shining armor."
"You are welcome. How often does he bother you?"
"At least twice a day." She sighed.
"I can have him stopped if you would like."
She laughed, "No it's okay. He's like a love-sick puppy."
"Very well. Let me know if you change your mind." And he turned to leave.
"Commander, would you like to go to lunch with me?"
Spock was hungry and he didn't have anything else to do for the rest of the day, "Yes."
"Great." She gave him that million dollar smile she perfected before they walked away.
Uhura started laughing hysterically at the memory of Spock saving her from Kirk.
Spock was not sure what was so funny about the situation.
"It's cause even after you caught him, he still didn't stop."
"Has he harassed you recently?"
"Not in about four years. Especially not after you almost killed him on the Enterprise!"
He slightly grimaced at the memory, "As you would put it, 'he had it coming.'"
Yayyy done with chapter three! I still hope everyone is enjoying it. I have all these people alerting my story and favoriting it but barely any reviews :( I can't know what I'm doing wrong if no one tells me. I would really love some feedback. Thanks!