A cadet enters Starfleet knowing that they are destined to face impossible odds and incomprehensible dangers in order to secure the safety and prosperity of the UFP. By now Nyota knew this all to well, as she silently followed Kirk and Spock to the transporter room she prepared herself to say goodbye. Nero had so easily destroyed Vulcan, with such disregard for life, he would kill Spock the first chance he had. Even if Nero did not kill him, if he failed the enterprise along with Earth would fall to Nero. She may never have the chance again to tell him what he already knew or to feel him, as only she had been able to. It was too much to consider, and so she didn't. As Spock took his place on the transporter pad ahe decided not to say goodbye, she looked up at him, vaguely aware that Kirk had stopped to contact the bridge; they had a few moments alone. Stepping up to the platform so that she was almost on eye level with Spock Nyota struggled to find the words for what she wanted to say "Spock I…" she began, the warmth of his hand on her waist pulling her close gave her pause. Though he had kissed her many times before it had never been like this, there was a distinct feeling of desperation as he pressed his lips to hers. Nyota savored the all consuming thirst of his kiss, it could be their last. There was no attempt to conceal their relationship as Kirk approached, as illogical as it was, neither of them cared to keep up appearances in the face of what was to come. Spock had been forever changed by the loss of his mother, he could no longer deny himself that which he so desperately needed. As he pulled away from her lips he pressed his forehead to hers. She was scared, but she did not show it, just as she had been when he had beamed down to the surface of Vulcan. She needed to be reassured, and though he was well aware of the futility of the mission he wanted to ease her fears "I will be back." he stated, attempting to sound more certain than he actually was. Nyota looked up at him, a sudden solemnity in her expression, "You better be…I'll be monitoring your frequency." She studied his face, trying to commit every feature to her memory. "Thank you Nyota." Spock responded, knowing that his words were not enough, he knew what she needed to hear and he wanted to tell her, but not this way. Recognition of his gratitude would have to suffice, he was truly thankful to her for drawing out the emotions that he had stifled for so long. He was grateful for her devotion and acceptance. He vowed then that if he were to survive he would find a way to fully express his appreciation for her, even after he resigned from Starfleet she would forever hold a place with him.
Nyota kissed him once more, before turning away heavy hearted. She at length acknowledged the captain who awkwardly nodded in her direction, he could not possible comprehend the depth between them but Nyota felt that maybe he understood the complexities of Spock a little better; he was more than what he appeared to be.
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A/N: This was a bit short but I think I got the point across; there is a little foreshadowing there for the sequel that I will start in a few weeks. I am still relatively new to writing fics so any pointers or suggestions are appreciated! Thanks again.
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