Uhura had been waiting outside the infirmary for sometime to catch of glimpse of the baby Spock. She had let someone else take her shift for the day. Nurse Chapel let her into the makeshift nursery and led her to the little infant wrapped in soft blankets. A small sensor was pasted on to his temple; it was keeping tabs on his condition.

"Christine," Uhura said breathlessly, "This is straight out of a fairy tale."

"Darling little thing isn't he." Chapel whispered watching Spock sleep, " I'm afraid the doctor doesn't know what to do with him. He's looking over Spock's DNA before he left on the transporter to see if he can find a way. It seems permanent."

Uhura shook her head the situation seemed hopeless. "Can you imagine?" She said looming over the boy and stroking his hair, "He gets to go through all those growing pains again. He'll have to learn everything again. But then again seeing as he won't remember knowing any of it…"

Christine's silence did not reassure her.

"Tine, his memory isn't intact is it?"

"We don't know that." Christine said biting her bottom lip, " I'd hate to imagine he's suffering in silence, trapped in a child's body."

"No." Uhura said, "He sleeps, his little face is peaceful, he might have an idea, but if he was suffering…"

Doctor McCoy walked in on Chapel and Uhura, "Christine I need you to please take his genome and cross reference with the data we had before. Run it through the computer first and then I need you to manually go through all the mutations…isolate the ones that weren't there before. It might be a clue to what happened."

"Not a solution." Uhura said quietly.

McCoy grunted something inaudible and went back into his office. Uhura watched him through the glass as he pulled up his computer and worked over reports. He had so much on his shoulders.

Uhura felt useless just standing there in the dim light of the infirmary. She stroked Spock one more time and left. She was in deep thought as she walked down the hallway. A few people waved hello to her and she accidentally ignored a few and nodded her head to those who caught her eye.

She went back to her room. She took her hair down; it had been giving her a small headache. One pin had been on too tight. She looked in the mirror and traced an invisible laugh line on her face. Looking up to the ceiling she breathed in deeply, trying to suffocate the pain welling up in her throat. Spock would be disappointed if she cried.

Uhura remembered when her memory was wiped away by the probe. Some things were still very faint, she was still relearning many of the languages she had once mastered. She wouldn't wish it on anyone. With all these thoughts heavy on her mind she became sleepy.

She walked over to her bed took off her boots and fell back onto her pillow.

It was in her dreams that she found relief from stress, even though they were fragments of random events. Tonight she was flying through the Enterprise. The faces on the crew didn't belong to people she knew, but she still knew their names. As she flew about however suddenly out of the entire blurred faces one was crystal clear.

Spock was at the end of the hallway. He was back to normal and he called out to her. "Nyota," He said pulling out a harp for her. Uhura descended and grabbed the harp, he pulled away from her, his eyes bright and he melted away into nothingness.

Uhura woke up.