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Chapter Ten

Nyota was asleep on Spock's shoulder; the papers in her lap were long forgotten. Spock was reading a book and enjoying the tranquility of the moment. When Nyota began to stir, he put the book down to look at her. She lazily opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Hi." She smiled and then sat up properly, fixing her uniform skirt as the papers in her lap fell to the floor.

"Hello, Nyota." He said. "Was your sleep satisfactory?"

"Very comfortable." Nyota nodded.

"Nyota?" Spock said her name.

"Yeah, Spock?"

"There is something I would like to discuss with you involving our Xenolinguistics class." He said and she nodded so he continued. "Do you know about the semester trip?"

"Don't you take your Xenolinguistics class to someplace off-planet to practice their speech? I heard about it and though it sounded exciting." Nyota said.

"Yes, I take them to Hall Tor. There is a large amount of both the human and Romulan population in the city Mella Tor. It is the most ideal location for them to practice their Romulan." He informed her.

"It sounds interesting. Isn't that in a couple weeks?" Nyota asked.

"Yes, it is during what is usually spring break for other students in Starfleet. I will be informing the class tomorrow of the details of the trip. But I wanted to let you know that it is a week-long expedition. There is one day spent traveling there and one day spent returning, which means five days actually on the planet. I spend the first four with planned visits to museums, cultural arts centers and government facilities, but the last day is free for the Cadets to do what they choose." Spock was telling her all of this and Nyota was wondering if he was building up to something.

"Go on." She said.

"And for that last day on the planet, I would like to spend it with you." He said, looking down at her. "If you would like, I am planning to visit one of their libraries. The largest one on the planet exists far enough from Mella Tor, where I believe we will be seen by no one."

She looked up at him and smiled. "Of course I would love to go with you."

She kissed him lightly on the lips and he pulled her closer to him.

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Spock had told the class about the trip, the details and what they were planning on doing. Nyota was excited, and not just for her day with Spock. She was really interested in practicing her Romulan and visiting places around the city.

"It is going to be really exciting." Nyota was telling Gaila in their dormitory. "And I will be gone for a week so I hope you will be able to fend for yourself."

"Oh, I won't be by myself." she winked, and after a short pause, added, "And neither will you."

"What do you mean?"

"You will be with your boyfriend the whole time." Gaila said.

"No, I won't." she said rather defensively, knowing that she may have just given away the fact that she was lying.

"Yeah, you'll have Spock the whole time!" Gaila laughed.

Nyota was so shocked that Gaila actually might have known what was going on between them that she just looked at her shocked, frozen and with her mouth agape.

"Calm down!" Gaila laughed again, "I didn't mean it. But I do know you are seeing someone and if you don't tell me sooner or later I am just going to keep teasing."

Nyota's racing heart calmed down a bit and she laughed with her half-heartedly. "Ha, so funny Gaila. I am not seeing anyone."

"You completely are. Admit it!"

"Not going to happen," Nyota said and when Gaila raised an eyebrow she continued. "Because I am not seeing anyone."

"Fine. Fine…" Gaila tossed her hands up in the air in defeat, but Nyota knew it wasn't over. She would keep asking her until she found out.

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On Saturday Spock and Nyota worked on their project. Things were going well and they were very pleased. While Nyota knew less then Spock on all the material, she was still very helpful. Everything was going to plan. They spent long hours reviewing transmissions between Romulan ships of the past and things of that sort. When they felt a certain phrase was especially important, they would record it down and make sure to spend time implementing it into their design of the program.

While Spock did most of the project design, Nyota got to speak the whole time, saying phrases to him in Romulan. He greatly enjoyed hearing her voice all day and she was more than happy to be in his presence. Their newfound relationship made their Saturday meetings more prone to talking about each other, trying to be as careful as they could to not discuss anything about their relations.

Nyota developed a game a while back that she loved to play. One of them would start off, telling the other something about themselves or about something they read, or something they saw; it could be personal or random or hardly anything important. Then the other would have to somehow relate that thing to something about themselves, and they would continue back and forth. When they played it in the past, they were more timid. Now when they played, Spock would tell her something about himself every so often; he hardly ever did that before.

"When I was seven I broke my arm falling out of a tree." Nyota said, not looking away from her screen in the Transmissions lab.

"I had a tree near my house on Vulcan." Spock stated in return.

Nyota rolled her eyes. He did it again. He would use such bland statements in little chunks of hardly any information. "Elaborate."

"About the tree?" he asked her, this time looking away from his screen to her.

"Yes, please." She smiled at him.

"Very well, it was a Sorrodonin tree. In the middle of the year the leaves would change color. It is not because they changed with the season; Vulcan does not have seasons. It was just the biology of the tree marking another year it was alive. In all my years in living there, the most memorable color was a dark blue. My mother said her favorite was when it was green because it reminded her of Earth." Spock stopped talking for a moment and then continued. "However, I find that the most valuable color that Earth's trees have to offer is in the fall, when they are red."

Nyota smiled, pleased with the short story he just told her. She imagined young Spock looking up at a colorful tree. "Red in the fall? Not in the spring when they are blossoming?"

Spock raised an eyebrow. "It is spring currently, is it not?"

"Yes. It is." Nyota replied.

"I will have to pay more attention to the trees, then." He stated.

"And speaking of the color blue," Nyota started. "I had a friend growing up who used to dye it sky blue because she said her head was in the clouds."

"The Latin route 'cirrus' in the term 'cirrus clouds' means 'strands of hair', which they resemble and rarely seen when walking around San Francisco; which I have noticed myself." Spock offered and they continued with their game.

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The next morning, on the Sunday after that day Spock went outside. He walked around the grassy areas surrounding Starfleet.

He thought about Pike and his offer to serve with him on a new ship after the school year. He was pleased to be able to, but unsure as to if Nyota would join him there, getting assigned to the ship. He wouldn't require her presence; that was illogical. But he wouldn't mind it.

He thought about the trip coming up. He figured it would be easier this year because he felt the students in his class were more responsible. Even if they were adults, they were still prone to wandering or getting distracted. One year they had almost left some one behind because the student got lost on her last day there. He didn't foresee any complications such as that this year.

He going over his curriculum when something caught his attention. A tree rooted to the ground was in full bloom, looking pink and fluffy with all its blossoms. He raised an eyebrow as he analyzed it. He did see the beauty in the tree and why Nyota would think it to be so lovely, but he still preferred the red of fall.

He continued walking on, thinking about Nyota and found himself at the foot of the stairs to the building her dormitories were in.

His feet must have automatically taken him there when he was thinking of her; that was the logical explanation. He had no intention of going to see her however, she said that she would be too busy with school work. All honesty, he didn't really mind. He had a lot to work on as well.

He reluctantly continued on his walk around Starfleet.

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The trip was getting closer and Spock's class was getting excited. Many students were taking care of work they wouldn't be able to work on during the break. This made Uhura especially busy and that left limited time with Spock. She was okay with it because she knew she was going to spend a full week around him and get a whole day to herself on a place off planet.

The days before their trip, Gaila would keep questioning Nyota about her social life that Nyota would keep denying it exists.

The work was long and tedious, but she finally finished and it was the first day of spring break, or the first day of their trip. At around dinner time they were to load in a small vessel that would take their small class and apparently another class taught by some other Commander and begin their almost day-long flight. They were going there for other reasons; something to do with geography. They left at night so that they could sleep when they got to the planet and settle into their rooms

The vessel would stay with them there for the whole week and they would stay in small hotels each night they were on the planet. They had to pick a partner to share a room with and so Gaila found her partnership in a quiet girl called Nicki Colferson from her class.

When they boarded the vessel, Spock stood near the door marking off all the students who entered, their bags already in the cargo hold. Nyota smiled as she was checked in and walked inside.

She saw Nicki and took a seat beside her; they never really talked to each other but she was friendly and figured sitting next to her would be better than sitting next to some of the annoying people in that class. If she had Gaila to sit next to on the trip, that would be good but she wasn't taking that class. But then Spock came in the vessel after making sure everyone was checked, and stood next to Nyota and gestured toward the empty seat on her other side, the window seat.

"May I sit here, Cadet Uhura?" he asked, his hands behind his back.

"Of course, Lieutenant Commander." And he sat down.

The vessel took off it wasn't long until Spock and her started conversing. They talked about the project, because what else could they really talk about in front of a ton of people? Sure the other people were talking amongst themselves and they were in the front and nobody could really hear them besides Nicki, but they were cautious anyways; they were in public.

Several hours into the flight, which would take a little over a full twenty-four, Nytoa was getting tired. She drowsily let herself fall asleep and nod off. Spock had not noticed until her head dropped onto his shoulder.

He looked at her lightly, happy with the familiar feeling but then got nervous. Their neighbor, Nicki, had already fallen asleep a while ago but there will still other eyes amongst the vessel who could see them if they just looked. His tapped her lightly.

"Cadet Uhura?" he whispered, and when she did nothing he whispered a little louder, "Cadet Uhura?"

She did not move, but Nicki was starting to and he became a little more desperate.

"Nyota." He whispered again and she finally opened her eyes.

She looked up at him, "Oh, sorry."

She looked around nervously and saw only Nicki looking at her, apparently drowsy as well, and smiled at her, who then smiled back.

Nervously ringing her hands in her lap, she looked back at Spock, "Sorry, Lieutenant Commander."

"Do not worry, Cadet. You brought me no inconvenience." He lied. He hadn't been with her very much lately and he craved her presence. Her head on his shoulder did not help.

"Good… Good." She wanted to change the subject very badly. "What was the name of the museum we are visiting?"

And so they delved back into conversation.

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