Omg thank you so much to everyone who has been Reviewing and following... I'm so absolutely thrilled! My husband really helps balance me out as a beta. I try very hard to stay in-character with Spock, its actually super hard. But with my hubby he is so quiet and Vulcan-like it gets easier by the day. He ALSO wrote Spocks part in Pon farr which is amazing cause it made me kinda hot n bothered (love my husband)
Anyways, that you gad-eshu'a for you're amazing story "logic falls apart" (you should go read it if you haven't) And being a great trekkie fan-friend who I can Spock-squeal with ;D
Thank you for the positive and the negative and all the wonderful people! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't stop it really gives me and my husband something to look forward to...
On a second note... this is how me and my husband both think that a first pon farr would /actually/ fall in place. Sorry if its too graphic or intense. Remember, this is rated M for a reason.
Star date 2259
Romulus
The Imperial Throne
"Bor'rir… I'm tired of your nonsense." Petting a small, furry cat, Emperor Serou looked bored.
"Wha-but my lord, the best I can do is to give you the news… it's just that the ship that destroyed Vulcan, it really was Romulan, your eminence!" Bor'rir groveled, not wanting to upset his lord.
"Bullshit! I don't want to hear you're lies and deceit!" He stomped his large emerald staff, the cat on his lap hissed, running away from the noise. "If you are lying, I shall know it Bor'rir."
The small Romulan bowed in in an attempt to please his Emporer. "I do not M'lord! Please, see for yourself." Bor'rir shuffled up to the base of the pedestal Emperor Serou was sitting upon, placing a PADD at his feet.
Silence fell across the room as Serou, Emporer of Romulus picked up the PADD and read what was displayed upon it. His face grew dark in anger, "My god…" In a fit of rage the emperor shattered the PADD into a thousand pieces that scattered across the polished floor of the imperial throne room. Serou began pacing on top of the dais. "SO who CARES if it was a Romulan ship that destroyed Vulcan? IT WAS NOT I who commanded the ship to attack! And isn't it a decorated MINING ship? It was just some rebel." Serou was furious at the news that someone in the Empire attacked the federation. It wasn't time yet.
An officer entered the room, interrupting the emperor's fit of rage. "My lord, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have just received a communication."
Serou glanced at the officer who interrupted him, cold fury in his eyes. "I don't care sergeant, can't you see I'm busy."
The officer winced at the tone of Serou's voice, "I'm sorry my lord, but it seems important. The communication is originating from New Vulcan."
The emperor stopped in his tracks, he turned his full attention to the sergeant. "New Vulcan? Put it up on screen."
The officer pressed a few buttons on his PADD. Within moments the image of an elderly Vulcan matron materialized on the holo screen on the wall. The woman was dressed in fine robes of deep auburn and ruby colors, clearly the dress of someone of some importance.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Serou was still angered at the news from earlier.
"It does not matter, at this time, who I am. What matters is that I have a proposition for you that must be carried out with swiftness and secrecy." The woman's voice was completely devoid of emotion as she spoke in fluent Romulan.
Serou rolled his eyes and sat down stomping his staff and leaning his head on his hand. "And why would I bother to help a Vulcan?"
The Vulcan matron smiled, a cold, emotionless smile. The smile disturbed Serou. "Because Emperor Serou, I can offer you and your people great gifts of knowledge, riches… and Earth." She paused before mentioning the capitol of the Federation. The effect had worked, she now had Serou's full attention.
The Vulcan continued, "As you know, Vulcan was destroyed leaving only a handful of Vulcan's left alive to propagate our species. I also know that there have been rumors directed at the Romulan Empire."
"Hmph, as if I care if Vulcan was destroyed, or hell, if my land is blamed. I didn't do it, and I didn't give the order to do it."
The Vulcan sat, unemotional for a brief moment letting the emperor vent. "Recently, here on New Vulcan, we have been trying to pass laws that would require Vulcans located on other federation planets to come to New Vulcan and help restore our land. However, our attempts to pass these laws have been constantly thwarted by an illogical man who denies his home. He has thwarted all attempt for the re-building of our planet, and its people."
The Emperor shifted impatiently, "So what are you wanting me to do exactly?"
"I want you to prevent Sarek from interfering in Vulcan affairs and I want his son Spock brought back to New Vulcan so he can fulfill his duties to his people. Both have been tainted by the emotions of the Terrans." The elderly Vulcan had no trace of emotion as she spoke.
Serou laughed, "You're a crazy old shit aren't you?" He stood up, pacing in thought. "So how do you suppose I get on Earth then? I'm pretty sure they aren't going to let a Romulan ship anywhere near Federation space, let alone the capitol of the Federation after what happened on Vulcan."
"That will not be a problem, Emperor. As a member of the Federation, I have access to the defense codes that will let you get past all of Earth's defense systems."
Serou was intrigued at the prospect of having the code. Maybe he could finish what the mining ship had started. "You also offered some other rewards." The Emperor grinned.
"You are quite correct. Along with the defense codes for Earth, I am prepared to offer you 30 glx of Minerite, and access to all of the knowledge in the Vulcan databases."
The Emperor sat back on his throne. His advisors and council had been silent as they watched the deal being made. "I'll have you're dirty work done, as soon as my men touch earth I want full payment or I'll send earth a little recording of our meeting."
The woman did not seem shocked. She simply nodded and entered commands into her PADD.
"You will receive the defense codes shortly. Do not tarry in this task." The Vulcan matron gave the customary Vulcan salute. "Live long and prosper."
The holo screen went blank as Serou reflected on what had transpired. He would finally get what he wanted.
Star date 2259
Starfleet
The Vulcan Embassy – Spock's Quarters
The room was warmer than she thought it would be when she entered, staring her Vulcan straight in the eyes; her chocolate stare piercing his dark, animalistic orbs. "Spock, are you sure you're experiencing Pon Farr?" Nyota had read about Pon Farr, she knew what it did to a Vulcan. It wouldn't really surprise her, and it didn't necessarily scare her. Uhura noticed his shirtless body, anger rippling across his toned muscles, he was dangerous, but she still couldn't look away.
"Nyota, because I am part human, I thought that it was impossible for me to experience true Pon Farr. I do not know why I have become this way." The Vulcan said, fighting to control himself, he looked pained holding his breath as if he was drowning. A growl was emanating from his chest now as he slowly stepped forward. "Nyota. Leave. Now."
Nyota shook her head, "If I leave you now… you'll die Spock." His growl intensified; a deep, animalistic growl that both frightened and excited her.
Her scent had filled the room. Spock tried to fight his feelings, his urges, but failed. She was his and only his. Not that bastard, Captain Manson, or Kirk, or anyone else who got in his way. She was His.
He lurched forward violently, like a lion on its prey. She didn't resist as he ripped her dress off in one swift motion and he threw it across the room in tatters. Nyota had only seen him this fierce, this dangerous once, and it was since he went after Khan.
"Spock!" She cried as the Vulcan grabbed her near naked body in his strong hands. "Spock! I'm yours Spock." She yelled as he tossed her to the floor. Her regulation underwear was off before she could push herself back up. She was now scared, but this is what she wanted.
Without warning, and without hesitation, the Vulcan grabbed her by the waist, yanking her up off the floor. He caught her breast in one hand, gripping so tightly she thought he might rip it off, and he pushed her down with the other hand, penetrating her deeply.
She let out a scream of pain. It hurt so badly, but she would let him. She had to; it wasn't rape if she let him. He had to do this to live, and without him, how could she live?
"Spock, use me. I'm yours."
His wild thrusting didn't stop as he ravaged her body. He was getting bigger, and thicker inside of her as the thrusts intensified. "Mine! All mine, Ashayam!" He growled in a deep, guttural Vulcan. He was biting her, licking her, and he knew she was his.
Nyota could feel his pleasure through the telepathic bond, she ached at the touch, became wet at his thrusting. But it did nothing to ease the pain; it only caused him to thrash harder. He pulled out just long enough to pin her against the wall, running his thick Vulcan fingers over her wetness, sending waves of pain and his telepathic lust coursing through her body. She leaned into him as he entered her again, deeper this time.
Spock licked his fingers clean of her, a hint of blood mixed in with her sweetness. He didn't care; he couldn't get enough of her. Spock had no idea who he was; he only knew that he wanted her. He continued his savage thrusting, biting and fondling her at the same time.
"Spock, do anything you want to me; please, just stay with me. Don't leave my side Ashayam." Nyota whimpered as He rolled back, pulling her down on top of sense of pleasure she was receiving from his telepathic touch vanished as both gravity and his strong hands pulled her down over him, enveloping him.
She bounced on him, forcing herself to ride the lust filled animal beneath her. He was gripping on to her waist tightly, slamming her down as he thrust up, and up. The pain was intense, and she was getting weaker and could feel the blood trailing down her leg. Each breath was sharp, painful stab at her chest.
After thirty minutes of pure, raw, emotionless sex he flipped back over, her knees barely able to support her weight. His thrusts got savage and quicker, and with a few long, hot, willful pumps he climaxed deep inside her, pushing her to the floor, his seed trailing down her leg and she collapsed into a ball with a painful whimper, tears in her eyes. "Spock…" Nyota whispered before she blacked out, her body mangled.
The first minute after climax was a mix of dizziness and pure bliss. His body didn't hurt any longer, his blood didn't boil in his veins, and his head began to clear. He passed out from a mix of relief and exhaustion, not noticing what he had done Nyota.
Spock awoke from a nightmare of pain and tears. He had vague recollection of what had happened the night before. He hoped it was just a dream as he felt around the cold, hard floor beneath him. His hand brushed against something soft, yet clammy with sweat. His heart beat faster and his mind raced as he remembered what he had done. He heard a shrill moan of discomfort coming from the body next to him.
"No… " Spock whispered, horrified.
"I'm yours Spock. Do anything you want to me, I'm yours, ashay….." Nyota's voice was weak and it trailed off.
"Computer, lights on!" The Vulcan said; a hint of fear in his voice.
Nyota was lying on the floor, cold and disheveled. Bruises covered her body and she was bleeding from where he had bitten her.
"Nyota… Nyota…" He gently pressed his hand on her back, to rouse her.
"S..Spock…" She mewled meekly. She pushed herself forward before collapsing on his chest.
Spock tried to push her off of her. He had to get her a doctor.
"Spock, no, it's okay. Just don't leave my side."
He froze, she was being illogical. He could have killed her. "Nyota…" He wouldn't leave her side. He pulled the blanket from off of his bed, and tried to make her as comfortable as possible. "Computer, get have the doctor on duty come to my quarters for a medical emergency." With the doctor called, the only thing Spock could do was wait. "I am so sorry Nyota. I cannot even begin to descr…" She put her finger on his lips before pulling him down. She kissed him tenderly with a weakness that broke his heart.
"Thank you for not leaving me." She mustered and passed out again.
Colors, deep colors of red and orange, scarlet and maroon; she dreamed of Vulcan. She knew what had happened, it was Pon Farr and she was lucky to be alive. Nyota woke up in a fresh, white bed. She could tell by the machinery and how white everything was, that she was in a Starfleet hospital. She glanced around the room; a female Starfleet officer was sitting in a chair next to her.
"Ms. Uhura, are you alright?" The officer asked politely.
Uhura nodded, a flash of pain ran through her chest as she pushed herself into a sitting position. She looked around the room more but couldn't find him. "W-where is he?" Uhura began to panic.
"Don't worry dear, he isn't here. Commander Spock is in the brig. He can't hurt you from there." The officer had a sympathetic tone, like Spock had done something wrong.
"No… wait… why?" She was horrified. Her mind raced, had Spock turned himself in? She had to get out of here; had to get him free. She was stopped by the officer.
"Ms. Uhura, you were raped… he confessed."
"I was NOT raped." Uhura pleaded. She wanted to punch the officer in the face. She couldn't understand what had happened, no one could. The officer smiled sympathetically; it only made Uhura want to hit her more.
"NO." Uhura protested. "I remember what happened. I KNOW what he did. I LET him… I WAS NOT RAPED!" Uhura was shouting violently. She was desperate, trying to get to her feet. Pain shot up her side as she got out of the bed, brushing passed the officer and hobbling towards the door.
The officer followed her as she ran out of the hospital, not trying to stop her. Uhura picked up speed as she crossed the courtyard towards the detention center. It hadn't crossed her mind before, but the only thing she was wearing was a hospital gown. It didn't matter though; the only thing that mattered was getting her ashayam freed.
"Access denied." The computer terminal said as she entered her officer's code. She tried again and again, punching in random assortment numbers. "Access denied… Access denied… Access denied."
"Damnit!" She hit the computer terminal, tears running down her cheek. She was just about to break down and cry when she had an idea. "Computer, call Captain James T. Kirk."
"Calling Captain James Tiberius Kirk." The computer replied. She smiled, wiping the tears off her face, when the computer said his middle name, it was so ridiculous.
"Kirk here." The voice on the other end of the line replied.
"Captain!"
"Uhura? What's up you okay?" Kirk sounded concerned.
"Yes, yes I'm fine, but I need you to get me into the detention center. I need to talk to Spock!"
"Are you sure, I heard about what…" Kirk was worried, but he wasn't surprised at her request.
"Kirk! I need your help, PLEASE!" She begged.
"I'll be there soon. Kirk out."
Before the connection cut out she swore she heard a girl in the background.
It took Kirk 15 minutes to get outside the detention center. Time enough for the officer that followed Uhura to get her a new uniform. She had just finished putting it on when Kirk showed up.
"So you really want to go talk to the guy? I mean it doesn't sound like him, but he swore that he raped you." Kirk said after they had entered the detention center.
"For the last time… he didn't rape me. It was consensual." Uhura was getting annoyed at having to repeat herself.
Kirk looked at her, unbelieving. "Are you sure…? I mean look at what he did to you. He even confessed to it."
"I told him to do it Kirk. He was going through Pon Farr. I wanted him to do it. I couldn't let him die!"
Kirk nodded, "Alright, if you say so." The headed towards the cell Spock was held at.
"SPOCK!" He was meditating in the center of his plexi-coated cell. He was calm, but she could detect his sadness under the mask of emotionless fatigue.
When he opened his eyes, his heart stopped for what seemed like an eternity. Memories of the night, 3 days ago flashed through his mind.
"You… you should not be in here Nyota…" His voice was calm, emotionless.
"Why not… I'm yours… remember?"
He tried to hide what he was feeling by looking away. He was upset with himself, ashamed. "I hurt you Nyota. I don't deserve you."
"Yeah? So? I LET you Spock."
Spock looked back up at her, tilting his head in confusion.
"I PUT myself in that position on purpose; I wanted to be there for you Spock… anything for you."
"Nyota, you were bleeding… you weren't able to walk… you could barely breath."
Kirk rolled his eyes and leaned against the glass, a loud sigh erupting from his chest. "Spock, Just because you hurt her doesn't make it illegal."
Uhura nodded and put her hand up to the glass. "I don't care Spock!" She blurted out, tears in her eyes. "Get him the hell out of there!"
"Eh Uhura, They can let him out in the morning but… he still has to be interrogated by Starfleet within the month. It's regulation that all violent offences be thoroughly investigated before charges can be officially dropped"
Now Kirk decides to follow regulations Uhura thought to herself.
She sniffed and looked at the floor. "I understand."
Spock almost flew when he heard Uhura speak to him, but he still couldn't drop what he did. He was ashamed of himself, ashamed he had given in to his emotions. Uhura pressed her hand to the window and looked deep into his eyes.
"Spock, I know exactly what Pon Farr is. I went into that room knowing that you could do what you did to me. I knew that if I didn't you would have a harder time surviving Plak Tow…"
He looked up at her with dark eyes. "Why? Nyota, if you knew that I was going to hurt you, why did you do it?"
She smiled and pressed her forehead to the window, "It's because…I am yours Ashayam."
Her voice sent cold shivers down his spine. He felt sick. But then he looked at her pressing his hand to the glass, the two separated by an inch thick, near indestructible barrier.
"I was just so… I was scared I lost you forever." Spock could not say what he meant in Vulcan. It conjured too many powerful emotions from deep inside him.
"You hurt me Spock, but I wasn't mortally injured or anything."
Kirk smiled and crossed his arms. "Actually the worst thing was the bruises and the broken ribs but that's all. What's a couple broken ribs between… what was it? Bond-mates?"
Spock looked away, even more, "I did what?"
Uhura rolled her eyes as a warden came in to talk to her.
"Lieutenant Nyota Uhura, I need you to sign this if you are dropping all charges." Nyota sighed, grabbing the PADD and signing it. "He will be released at 06:00 hours until a date can be set for a trial."
Uhura pressed close to the glass, and gave a slight kiss where his hand was pressed. She was interrupted by the door sliding opening followed by a set of immaculate footsteps.
"Spock. We were told by our embassy doctor of the events that have occurred." Sarek said; hands clasped behind his back. "Are you free now my son?"
"I will be released in the morning, father. However, I must await trial." Spock had taken up his cold, emotionless tone and stance.
"How will you plead?"
"Guilty, father."
The room went silent. Kirk was glancing from father to son, he couldn't speak a word of Vulcan and had no idea what was going on.
"Is the Terran female pressing charges?" Sarek raised an eyebrow in Vulcan inquiry.
"No, she dropped the charge; however, Starfleet regulations insist I still be trialed. Any violent crime must be investigated thoroughly before all charges can be officially dropped."
Nyota stepped forward. "I must say it once more. I allowed Spock to act in Pon Farr. I knew he was going through Plak Tow and I 100% accepted what could have been done to me if I stayed. I am his. I am only his."
Spock was completely surprised at her pleads, her loyalty. The words that Kirk once spoke… that Uhura most likely wouldn't want his bonding, his commitment. He erased those theories from his mind. She really was his, all his and no one could take her away.
"My son, if she had agreed to Pon Farr then by Vulcan law, even if she died during the act, you are free from punishment." Sarek paused. "Is she you're intended bond mate?"
Spock looked at her, her eyes big and wet from tears and she nodded.
"Yes father, she is my intended bond mate."
Nyota smiled, trying to hide her blush. This was the start of something new entirely.
Two weeks later…
Uhura had seen Spock only once since the Pon Farr incident and it pained her to be so far from her bond mate. She said the word over and over in her head, called him her fiancé, became completely overjoyed at the sound, but she missed him. Missed him so much, as he had been avoiding everyone and everything since the incident.
She was making her way around the cafeteria when she saw Spock sitting alone in the corner of the room. "Spock?" She called. People in the room stared at her, in shock when she got her tray, walked towards him and sat with him. "Spock, are you alright?"
"I am alright Nyota."
He didn't look fine. Nyota poked around her pudding and looked up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry Spock… I should have just left you alone last week. I've caused you more pain than you've caused me."
He placed his hand on hers; his face was still un-readable to the blind eye. But under his eyes she sensed a tinge of regret. "No, Nyota. You did nothing wrong, and it has come to me recently that it was wrong to hurt you so badly. However I did nothing nonconsensual. You let me, although I find that your decision was flawed. If you tell me that you believe it was what you wanted. I will not take what I did as entirely my fault."
She nod and grinned a small grin. "You're so ridiculous Spock, when were you planning on talking to me?"
Spock looked away then back at her with soft eyes. "Tomorrow, after my trial."
She smiled at him and squeezed his hand, sending small electric vibes of telepathy through his body. "Then after you have to take me on another date, Spock."
He looked up at her as if to protest but could only be silent.
"You heard me Spock, we have to go out and be together." He nodded a curt short nod and she stood up finishing the rest of her pudding cup.
She put her tray away and waved goodbye, strolling out of the cafeteria. She knew he'd be okay, at least, she hoped.
Next day
Spock's Dorm
Today was the day. At 12:00 hours he would face his peers in trial. A trial he both wished for and despised.
At 11:30, a set of security officers escorted him to the board room. Cadets and officers stared at him as he made his way down the halls. He remained silent and observant, and hoped that this would all just end soon.
At 11:48 he was sat on one side of the room with his father and two Vulcan assistants. Nyota was on the other side with Kirk, McCoy, and Scotty. He began to dread this even more, however only a few important members of Starfleet were present and that seemed to calm him.
The man on the front podium stood up only a minute before 12:00, shifted his weight and began speaking. "S'chn T'gai Spohck, You are here for acts committed against a fellow officer, two weeks ago. You had reached out to us, turned yourself in and admitted to the crimes of'Rape of Lieutenant Nyota Uhura', and 'Assault and Battery of a Starfleet Officer.' How do you plead?"
"Not guilty." Spock answered calmly.
The Board members all turned to each other. The judge remained focused on Spock.
"What has changed your plead Spock?"
Nyota stood straight up in respect. "Sir, permission to intervene."
The admiral sighed and waved his hand in defeat. "Go ahead Lieutenant."
"Everything that took place was consensual. I allowed everything. It was not rape… or abuse. He never hit me. It was just by all means… rough."
The admiral raised an eyebrow and looked at the Vulcan. "I'm finding it hard to believe that a Vulcan did all that to you in the first place. Thinking that you willingly walked into something like this is very improbable..."
Spock rose. "Improbable, yes, Illogical, not quite."
The admiral was surprised at Spocks outburst but let it fly.
"In the most blatant terms, once every 7 years a Vulcan goes through the process of Pon Farr. During Pon Farr, Vulcans may experience feelings of intense rage, it is a form of mating ritual."
An awkward silence filled the room at the description Spock had given.
The admiral began laughing heartily. "What?!"
Kirk began chuckling with him, interrupting. "So you're telling us that Vulcan's go into heat?"
"In the simplest terms, yes, however I thought I was exempt from this process as my half human side kept it dormant. I was mistaken."
The admiral looked to the Vulcans and Sarek stood, his arms behind his back. "We prefer to keep matters of our rituals and Pon farr to an absolute minimum Admiral Clerik. Not only was Spock undergoing his first Pon Farr. The woman in question is his intended bond-mate."
The admiral was now even more amused and looked at Nyota with a risen eyebrow. "Were you in the wrong place at the wrong time Lieutenant, or are you Spocks… fiance?"
"By Vulcan terms, I am his intended bond. And by our terms what we did was on both ends, consensual."
Clerik looked around the room when Kirk stood. "Sir, I've known Spock for a long time, and I can tell you right now he's never been violent, never hurt anyone who was not violent and needed apprehension, nor has he shown mental instability, besides his usual socially awkward self."
Nyota smiled and laughed a little, Spock turning to Kirk in silent protest.
"Get out of here, all of you. The case is dismissed. It looks like Spock got a little carried away and decided for himself what you wanted. Isn't that right, Lieutenant?"
She nodded; a light blush across her face.
"But Spock…" Spock turned to the judge as everyone left. "Be careful alright? You can't be waking the neighbors every time you get all excited from earth aliens."
With that the judge left.
Spock was surprised at the outcome of the trial. As he passed Nyota on the way out he paused and said, "I'll pick you up at 18:00 hours." Spock placed his hands behind him and followed his father and ambassadors.
Later that evening, as she was getting ready, Nyota wondered where they were gonna go, but knew Spock would never take her to the club again. She smiled at the memory of his dancing and passive flirting, his soft warm touch and amazing dark eyes. She decided to wear jeans and a long elegant shirt, with a small jacket and light scarf, her favorite boots made it perfect. Waiting was the hard part, but on the dot at 18:00 there was that short polite knock again and Spock was there, in her doorway, silent and staring at her beautiful countenance.
"Good evening Nyota…"
"Hey Spock." She smiled and grabbed his arm, wrapping her arm around it tightly. He led her to the car, opened the door for her and made his way to the driver side of the car. He was quiet, too quiet, and it put Nyota on edge. She was already scared of this date. The date that she had planned, but really didn't plan at all. She didn't know what she wanted to do.
"Where have you planned this 'date' Nyota?" Spock looked to her ready at the wheel.
"Um… well I thought we could eat first… and then…" He raised an eyebrow and glanced at his clock. "Well, I actually had an idea, something you might like."
She shifted in her seat. "Really?"
He nodded and pulled out of her driveway into the lights of San-Francisco.
He took her to a small café, with amazing ambiance and a small dinner menu. It was quaint and the lady at the door spoke Italian. Spock got them a table in the corner. "I hope this is satisfactory."
Nyota nodded and shivered. He made her blush uncontrollably; she was so happy that he would be okay. "This is lovely, Spock." Her eyes went down to their hands, and he noticed the bruises still barely visible along her chest arm. He frowned and squeezed her hands tight. "I am sorry." Nyota snapped her gaze back to him; she was admiring the atmosphere but halted when his face sunk, big dark eyes that pooled in regret. "Spock, its okay, really its okay; I'm alive, I'm healthy and I'm fine, But you know…"
His eyes perked up at her change in tone.
"I am still kind of mad at you."
They were interrupted by a waiter. They ordered their drinks and went back to the conversation, his eyes not changing from the sad pools.
"I can't believe you went and turned yourself in! How stupid!" She seemed to be half joking but Spock looked miserable so she squeezed his hand tight to reassure him. "It's going to be okay, I'm not truly mad, so just calm down okay?"
Spock nodded and they ordered and ate. The waiter gave them weird stares, the sight of a Vulcan and a human was odd, but he continued with his service. When they finally left it was still early. "Nyota, I have something I think you will enjoy."
"Really, because I'm already enjoying myself, you know." She smiled holding his hand.
"Yes, let me take you…"
They went back to the hover car, and to her surprise, arrived at the Vulcan embassy.
"I know this all seems far-fetched." The guard checked them in and escorted her into the large, intricate halls of the embassy. "But I truly thought this would be something that you would enjoy."
They stopped in the hall, a rush of ambassadors including his father walking out the door, a commotion of people stopping in the hallways. To Spock's intrigue he followed the group of ambassadors to see a shuttle craft landing right outside of the embassy.
"What's going on Spock?" Uhura was confused at the ruckus and why a strange, out-dated shuttle was landing in the middle of a civilian zone.
"I do not know." Spock said, raising his eyebrow in curiosity.
When the doors on the shuttle finally opened, two heavily decorated Vulcans walked out of the shuttle. Older in their looks they gave salute and walked towards Sarek and the embassy.
"We come from a small colony on Vulcan; we were one of the few survivors of T'pak."
"We escaped… with our two bond-mates, but could not rescue many more." Two richly decorated women quietly exited the shuttle.
"Welcome to earth, in the event of T'pak we have created new Vulcan. One that you and you're family are welcome too. Please, for now, join us at the embassy for our final meal." Spock looked to and fro at the historical event. More Vulcan survivors, it gave him hope. He held Nyota's hand and led her back to the embassy.
"That was crazy… I can't believe even now we're finding more survivors!"
Spock nodded, though it started to seem strange to him.
They came to two large, elegantly inscribed doors that opened at a push. They led to a dimly lit room, a room completely full to the brim, with books. She started to laugh and smiled when he tugged her to a specific section in the library. "Here, this is what I wanted to show you."
"Xenolinguistics? Spock, are you kidding me? These… I've never seen so many different books on… is that Trill?" She picked it up and started to skim through the pages completely intrigued. He nodded but pointed at the book she was in.
"I will say it might prove to be difficult, as these are all in Vulcan." She shook her head. "Actually I'm the most fluent in Vulcan, Spock, next to Klingon." After ten solid minutes of her searching and reeling through his selection she felt his hand on her waist. His head pressed onto the back of her head. His hands were gripping tight around her, as her heart started to beat faster, and faster. When she felt thousands of emotions pouring through her brain. "I will never hurt you again."
She felt something wet run slowly down the back of her neck, his body shivering beneath her.
"I will never ever lay a violent hand on you, I will protect you forever."
She sighed and held him close to her. "And I, you." Uhura turned around and pressed her lips to his, pushing him against the shelf full of books. She wanted him, fervently.
They didn't see the two Vulcan's hiding in the corner.
