Author's note: Wow, I am SO sorry I haven't updated this story. I actually had all the chapters written out, and then moved abroad and worked for a little while in Florida, and I guess completely forgot that I hadn't posted this. So, please accept my humblest apologies :( Thanks to all those who have read this!

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

Nyota grabbed gloves from the table next to the old-fashioned Terran punching-bag. Her mind was racing furiously, and she knew that if she didn't get rid of some of her anger, she would be a writhing mess of anger tomorrow. That stupid, Cadet Kirk.

He had taken the Kobayashi Maru test for the third time that afternoon, and somehow had managed to pass the test. Well, she knew how he had managed to pass it, by cheating. That slimy, son of a marridian rat, bastard. He had changed Spock's test because he couldn't figure out how to do it without cheating. And he had sat there eating an apple the whole time with the damnedest smirk on his face, which she had wished dearly that she could smack off.

After the enemy had been destroyed, he had sat there, chewing smugly, and shooting smirks at the rest of his 'crew.' She started punching the bag, it would be a cold day in hell before she ever served under him.

She poured at some of her frustration into the punching bag, imagining that stupid idiot's face on it.

"Uhura," whispered a voice behind her.

She groaned inwardly, but refused to let him see her anger at him.

"Uhura," came the voice again, this time in a sing-song. She refused to turn around and acknowledge the bastard though. No one got through life by cheating, no one. He was lucky that they hadn't kicked him out of the Academy already, although she dearly hoped that it might be sometime soon.

"Uhura, come on." Kirk sighed behind her. "What did I do wrong this time?"

"I have nothing to say to you," she spoke through gritted teeth, still punching the bag.

"Come on," he repeated. "What's wrong?"

She stopped punching the bag for a second and blasted her anger at him. "You cheated!"

He smirked. "I didn't cheat."

She scoffed angrily. "Yes you did. You changed the simulation. You cheated."

"I didn't cheat," he said earnestly. "That test has a no-win outcome, which isn't fair. I used my intelligence," she scoffed at that, "To even the odds. And I won. That isn't cheating, it's utilizing your resources."

She resumed punching the bag. "No, it's, not." She said through gritted teeth. "Every other person who's taken that test has taken the test. Not their version of it. You cheated."

Kirk sighed. "Didn't. If you were just listening to my explanation."

Nyota laughed quickly. "Oh, you mean that bunch of drivel?"

"Come on," he cajoled. "If it makes you feel better, let's have a sparring match instead of you just punching that bag."

Nyota considered her options, and quickly agreed. She knew that although Kirk was probably stronger than her, she was more agile, and had more than enough anger to make up for it. "You're on."

"Now?" Kirk smiled.

"Now." She smiled back and waited until he put his gloves on before starting.

She got in a solid couple of right and left hooks, and a quick kick to his stomach. He recovered quickly and advanced on her, feinting left which she caught, and quickly feinted to his right, while simultaneously punching his left side.

"Ouch!" He said in mock-hurt.

She smiled sweetly at him, and continued. Upper right jab to his shoulder, and quick blow across the left side of his rib-cage. He grunted in pain and quickly grabbed both of her arms, flipping her over his head behind him. She used this to her advantage and hooked her ankles around his legs and tripping him when he tried to move. She ended up sitting on the upper part of his back, one arm hooked around his throat.

"Truce?" He grunted.

"Not likely," Nyota spat out and shaking her head stood up and started walking away. When she was 1m away, his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her ankle, pulled her off-balance.

She threw out her hands, trying to stop her fall accidentally collided with Commander Spock, knocking her head with his and landing on top of him. She groaned. Why, did she keep falling into the Commander?

His arms had somehow found themselves around her waist when she had fallen into him, trying to steady her and trying to prevent him from falling. Unfortunately due to her momentum, they were now both on the ground her on top of him.

"Oops," came the wry voice of Kirk behind her.

Nyota lifted her head up. Instead of falling straight to the ground, she had knocked the Commander over as well, who at the moment had his eyes closed. "Commander?" She inquired. There was no response. She started panicking. "Commander!" Still no response. "Kirk, call Doctor McCoy, Commander Spock appears to be unconscious," she ordered quickly.

Kirk grabbed his intercom and paged Doctor McCoy. "Doctor McCoy, we have Commander Spock down in the gymnasium. He appears to be unconscious."

Nyota grabbed her sweater from where she had thrown it carelessly earlier in her anger, which was luckily 1m away from where the Commander had fallen. She balled it up, and lifting his head up gently, slid it slowly under his head, hoping that would aid somewhat. She tried to find a pulse, and was thankful that it was beating strong and regularly. She leaned down to hear breathing, and was relieved to find that although it was quieter than she would have liked, it was still present. They couldn't move him much more than that without the consent of Doctor McCoy however, in case of further injuries.

McCoy shook his head. What on earth was it and Cadet Uhura, Cadet Kirk, and Commander Spock all getting into trouble together? Couldn't they once have an incident without each other? Although, if he had to blame anyone for the trouble, he knew without a doubt that it would be due to Cadet Kirk. That boy just carried trouble with him like a rat carried germs. You couldn't have one without the other.

He grabbed his comm. device and requested a beam to the gym. Within 5 seconds, he appeared on the gymnasium floor and quickly walked over to where he knew the group to be. He saw Jim looking guiltily at the Commander, and saw Cadet Uhura on the floor, kneeling next to Commander Spock.

"Alright guys, so whose fault is it this time?" He asked sarcastically.

Jim raised his hand sheepishly and coughed, flinching under Uhura's harsh gaze. He held his hands out in front him, "My bad, my bad!"

"You're damn well right it's 'your bad,'" she said angrily. "The fight was over, and you knew it. Which is why you took the cowardly way out and tripped me when it was already over!"

Doctor McCoy winced as he knelt down beside the Commander, feeling the anger Uhura was radiating.

"If I may, you didn't actually say the fight was over." He said sheepishly.

"Shut it, Kirk!" Uhura snapped.

He snapped his mouth shut and looked around nervously. "Alrighty then, since you guys don't need me anymore, I'm heading out." He walked away quickly before Nyota and McCoy could say anymore.

Nyota breathed in deeply. "What's the verdict Doctor?" She asked quietly, noticing his assessment over Spock had finished.

Doctor McCoy frowned. "Nothing really. Same as you had last year, except a bit more serious. He hit his head rather sharply on the way down, so has a bump that could develop into a concussion. I don't want him going to sleep tonight; it could be dangerous for him."

Nyota nodded, hiding tears. Of all the times that Commander Spock had helped her, and she'd given him a concussion. "Is there anything I can do?"

"We can transfer him to the medical wardbay, although I know that he's a very private person. We'll give him the private room." He stood up and activated his commcomm. device. "Doctor McCoy, requesting transportation of Commander Spock, Cadet Uhura, and Doctor McCoy to the sickbay."

"Affirmative," came answered the voice over the speaker.

Five seconds later, the group stood in the sickbay. Commander Spock was lying prone on a bed, and Doctor McCoy started pulling wires out of the draw next to the bed and attaching them at various points to the commander. "You got any plans tonight?" He directed to Nyota.

She shook her head. "Just studying."

"Still want to help?"

"What can I do?"

"As soon as he wakes up, keep him awake. You're one of his students right?"

"Used to be. I'm now his teaching aide."

Doctor McCoy smiled, "Even better. Keep him awake doing whatever you can. Make sure he doesn't fall back asleep. Got it?"

She smiled. "Got it."

"Alright, he's all hooked up. Push this button," he indicated to a big red button next to the bed, "If you need anything. That's including dinner."

Nyota nodded.

"You need anything else before I go?"

"No." Nyota smiled and sat down in an empty chair on the other side of the bed.

"Like I said, let me know if you need anything. We'll be close." He nodded at her, and exited the room.

Nyota groaned and let her head drop into her hands. If she hadn't been so angry at Kirk over his stupidity over the test, she would never have agreed to a sparring session. And if she had never agreed to that sparring session, he wouldn't have pulled her ankle, and she would have never fallen on the Commander. If she hadn't fallen on the Commander, he wouldn't be currently lying inert in the medical bay with a concussion. Sometimes, well most of the times, Jim Kirk was one of the most annoying people in the universe.

According to the Doctor, Spock would be unconscious for approximately one more hour. She decided to get changed, and utilize the cleaning resources the medical ward bay thankfully had. She commed messaged Gaila for some clean clothes and her PADD which arrived 2 minutes later. She took a last look at the Commander, reassuring herself that he was still breathing before quickly entering the shower facilities.

She quickly scrubbed herself clean, taking 5 minutes, dried in another 5, and dressed in clean clothing in 5 minutes. Overall, a total of 20 minutes. She felt a lot better thankfully though, not as out of touch and grimy as she had before. She quietly slipped back into Spock's private room after she was finished.

Nyota sat back down in the chair by his bed, and turned on her PADD, intent on catching up with the daily reports and responding to her mail. She spent half her time focusing on the reports, and half the time watching Spock, trying to ascertain when he would wake up.

His eyelids started twitching 45 minutes after he had first hit his head. She leaned over him eagerly, and then drew back when she realized what she was doing. "Commander Spock?" She asked gently.

His eyelids flickered several more times before he was able to open them fully, and it took 10 more seconds for him to focus on her. "Cadet Uhura?" He asked confusedly.

"How are you feeling, Commander?"

"Obviously not as well as usual, otherwise I would not be in the medical bayward, if I am correct?"

Nyota stifled a laugh. Even after he had just had a Cadet crash-land into him, knocked unconscious, and given a concussion, he was still the most logical man she knew. "You are correct, Commander."

"I am unsure however, as to what indeed happened that resulted in my admittance to this facility?" He asked inquiringly.

Nyota flushed slightly. "Cadet Kirk and I were engaging in a sparring match, and after the match had finished, he accidentally caught my ankle, tripping me, and I in turn fell onto you."

The corner's of his mouth twitched slightly. "Cadet Uhura, I do not believe that it is quite correct to say that Cadet Kirk accidentally caught your ankle. I believe he did so in order to prevent losing to you after he had determined that he had been defeated."

Nyota laughed softly. "You may indeed be correct in that statement, Commander."

"However, I do recall that I indeed hit my head on the ground, and believe that I may have a slight concussion, is that also correct, Cadet Uhura?"

"Indeed, Commander."

Although his expression did not change, Nyota thought she saw him frowning slightly. "Which This would also imply that I am not allowed to sleep tonight?."

"Correct again, Commander."

"Thank you for your assistance, Cadet Uhura, I believe that I owe you thanks in assisting me to the medical bay, and I look forward to seeing you at our next class."

Nyota blinked. That she had not quite been expecting. She chose her next words carefully. "No thanks necessary, Commander. After all, I am indeed the one who knocked you down. Doctor McCoy stated that someone needed to make sure that you stayed awake tonight, and as I am your teaching assistant and the person who was there when you sustained the concussion, and the reason for it, I volunteered to stay."

He blinked, and she thought she saw some confusion in his eyes. "I believe that we ascertained before, Cadet Uhura, that it was not your fault for my concussion. It is also unnecessary for you to stay with me tonight, as I am sure that I will be able to keep myself awake, but I thank you for your assistance." His eyes started to look slightly glazed over and his eyelids started drooping slightly.

Nyota grinned. "No thanks necessary, Commander. However, I do believe that you are indeed trying to sleep. I think it will be prudent for me to stay here tonight, to make sure that you do not sleep."

Spock knew that he was indeed, as the humans would say, 'caught.' "Very well, Cadet Uhura. As we are in an informal setting, and as we will most likely be engaging in discussion, you may simply call me Spock. I believe that it will be easier."

"Thank you, Spock." She said softly. "You may call me Nyota."

Sorry again gang! I'll post the last chapter either tomorrow or the day after!