A/N Thank you for the wonderful and positive feedback! I makes me want to continue writing it! I hope to put a smile on your faces. I am in need of a beta so if there is someone out there who is willing please contact me.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Trek, just my imagination and love...

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Chapter Three: Friends

Uhura felt a pair of warm arms enclosed firmly around her waist; at first she thought nothing of it, she was used to her three year old nephew, Lanre, climbing into bed with her after having a bad dream.

"Lanre, auntie can't breathe." She murmured sleepily, gently patting an arm. "Lanre…"

The response was a loud snore.

Remembering she wasn't in Africa, Uhura slowly opened her eyes and gasped. She was sharing her bed with a beautiful green female with long, beautiful red curly hair. "Hey!" she yelled, hitting her. "Let go of me!"

"Hey not so hard." The Orion replied sleepily, retracting her arms "It's too early for a little S & M."

Uhura sat up in bed and stared at her incredulously. "Whaaat?!" she exclaimed. "Who are you?"

The Orion beauty opened her eyes, looking up into Uhura's wide ones. "Hello roommie." She yawned sleepily. "Welcome to Starfleet, the name is Gaila by the way."

"Nyota Uhura." She said. "But that still does not explain why you are in my bed."

As if on cue, a huge lump in the next bed stirred, both women turned their heads, a muscular arm fell from the covers. Uhura looked at Gaila, her eyebrows raised, waiting for an explanation. "It was either me or him." Gaila said matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders. "I rather think you would have preferred me."

Uhura rolled her eyes, "Get rid of him."

"Sure, no problem." she yawned, stretching the sleep out of her body. "Then we'll go to this little place I know and get better acquainted…roommie."

Uhura smiled despite herself.

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Spock made himself a cup tea and sat at his desk to review his lesson plan for his Beginners Vulcan class, after meditating seven point nine hours, he was able to push all thoughts of Cadet Uhura out of his mind. It infuriated him that his human side was able to seep through a small chink in his Vulcan armor and forced him to feel the stirrings of what?

..a crush?

...longing?

No, because he is a Vulcan, it is illogical for him to put feelings over logic.

"Commander Spock, incoming call from Captain Pike." The computer announced. Spock raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear from his friend.

"Computer, accept call." He replied. Captain Pike's face materialized on the screen.

"Commander Spock." Captain Pike greeted. He glanced at the PADD in Spock's hand and slowly shook his head. "Why are you wasting such a beautiful morning working?"

"It's imperative for me…" he began.

"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah." Captain Pike interrupted, "Commander I am three hundred percent sure you are overly prepared for Monday." He quipped. "Put down the PADD and put on something casual. I will be heading your way in fifteen minutes."

"May I inquire why, Captain?"

"Sure, I feel like eating pancakes." He answered. "Real pancakes, not that slop they serve in the mess hall."

"Sir, the food in the mess hall is fit for consumption." Spock said, "I have not experienced any ill affects …"

Captain Pick rolled his eyes and sighed, "Commander Spock go and change." He interrupted for the second time.

"Yes sir."

"And Spock, casual doesn't mean your Starfleet uniform or Vulcan robe."

"Yes Captain."

"Good, see you soon."

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Christine moaned as Spock brushed his lips against her fevered skin, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through out her love starved body. "Spock." She whispered, licking her lips. "Take me. Take me now!" she begged.

The lusty Vulcan shook his head, "Not yet my Christine." He growled; his breath hot against her ear. "I want to make slow, sweet love to you. Please do not deny me my request."

"Oh Spock." She gasped. "How can I deny thee anything? My passion is for you and you alone." Her breath quicken as Spock licked between her breasts. "Oh yes my love, yes my love…"

"Spock!" she cried out.

Christine opened her eyes and looked around; a mixture of sadness and disappointment on her face - she was alone in her bedchamber with an empty wine bottle as her companion. She didn't remembered drinking but her head felt as if a herd of elephants tapped danced on the inside of her skull and her mouth felt like she ate a bowl of sandpaper.

"Computer, time." She whispered slowly, waiting for death to claim her.

"1130 hours." The computer replied.

Christine carefully got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. "Lights on sixty-five percent." She shed her eyes as the bathroom lit up. She took a peek as her image in the mirror and gasped. She looked worst than death. She brushed her teeth and washed her face, she tried to brush her hair but the bristles made too much noise.

She went to the kitchen and made herself a strong pot of coffee; she needed to clear her head so she could think. Think why her dinner with Spock failed miserably.

How could her perfect evening go so wrong? The menu was simple, yet, elegant. The lights were just right for a first 'date'. Her dress…her eyes widen as she recognized her error. Her dress was too revealing. She had forgotten she was entertaining a Vulcan, not a human male who would have appreciated a little peek at the girls.

"Christine you idiot!" she hissed. She was on the verge of tears. "Spock will never, ever want to be alone with you again!" she allowed herself to shed a few tears before wiping her eyes. Her only way back into the handsome Vulcan's good graces was to apologize and promise that it will never happened again!

"Computer, locate Commander Spock."

"Commander Spock is not on campus."

Christine sighed; she had made up her mind, she was determined to talk to Spock before the day ended.