This chapter just simply ran away from me. I had so many ideas and I wrote out all of the new scenes that I came up with on the spot. That being said, this chapter came out very very differently than I originally anticipated. I know I said the confrontation would be in this chapter, but this chapter was already over eleven pages long. To keep the chapter at a reasonable length, I made the creative liberty to write the confrontation in the next chapter.

On the bright side, that means this will be an extra chapter longer than I thought it would be. :D I hope that's enough to ensure your happiness.

Note: The italics indicate thoughts or written PADD messages (depends on the context). I love those messages. It makes me want to write snarky Kirk/Uhura fics. lol Good idea? y/n?

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. Or Britney Spears. (Trust me, I have a reason for saying that.)

TO: Lt. Uhura the Unattainable Bombshell

FROM: The Badass Captain James T. Kirk

SUBJECT: I must confess that my loneliness is killing me now-ow-ow-ow-ow…

Uhura. I need to talk to you about some important matters concerning crew members. Please come to my quarters before your shift at 900 hours. (The earlier you come, the more time we have for sexytimes…kidding, I swear.)

-JTK (My name is a lot like JFK. Have you ever noticed that? Do you think I'll be assassinated one day?)

TO: Captain Kirk

FROM: Lt. Uhura

SUBJECT: I think the captain of a starship such as the Enterprise should write mature subjects

Kirk. I'll be there. If this is some kind of idiotic, half-baked excuse to get me to come down to your quarters for so-called sexytimes, I will risk whatever sort of charges to tell you exactly where I think you can shove your captaincy.

-Uhura (If you were assassinated, I wouldn't be surprised.)

TO: Lt. Uhura the Unattainable Bombshell

FROM: The Badass Captain James T. Kirk

SUBJECT: That's my prerogative.

Uhura. I was only kidding. Take a chill pill and relax, dollface. And what sort of charges would I actually give you? I need you on the Bridge to keep me in line. It wouldn't be as fun without you.

-TbadassCJTK (I don't want to keep signing as JTK. It might tempt fate.)

Uhura stood outside the captain's quarters, his message still apparent on her PADD clutched tightly in her hand. She raised a single closed fist to tap on the door a few times.

"Come in!" came the disembodied voice from within. The door slid open before her and she walked in. Kirk's room was, as always, a bit messy. His bed was still unmade from the night before and from the way the sheets were twisted around each other and kicked to the edge of the bed, Uhura assumed the captain was a fitful sleeper. Kirk sat at his desk chair, typing away furiously at something on his computer. He looked up to grin widely at her before finishing up whatever it was he was typing. Leaning back from his seat, he frowned thoughtfully at his monitor before smiling satisfied and shutting down whatever program he had been using.

"Hey, Uhura! What's up?" he asked cheerfully, standing from his seat and indicated for her to sit.

"Kirk," Uhura started in a curt tone as she settled herself into his chair and placed her PADD on the desk beside her. "You called me down here for a reason. What did you want to talk about?"

The captain's smile faltered as he sat on the edge of his bed to face her. The usual joke and sparkle in his blue eyes had faded and Uhura watched his facial muscles tighten. She braced herself for whatever serious news he was about to divulge.

"I talked to Spock last night." Kirk paused and pursed his lips before finishing. "He wants to come back to the Enterprise."

It was like ripping off a bandage. He spoke quickly, leaving the words to hang in the air. The sudden announcement stung as much as irritated skin revealed beneath the adhesive.

Uhura found it surprisingly easy to keep her expression level as she finally responded.

"I see," she nodded, clasping her hands tightly in her lap. "Did you approve his request?"

Kirk eyed her for a moment, waiting to see if she would have an outburst. She continued to watch him with a level expression as he finally relented.

"Yes." He looked her over once more and with a more authoritative tone, addressed her again. 'If you have any problems with that, state them now. I'm not going to listen to you complain about this for however long you decide to complain. So if you've got a problem, let's hear it."

He clapped his hands down on his knees and leaned forward to fix her with a hard look. Slightly impressed with his empowered stance and command, she tilted her head to the side inquiringly.

"If I say I have a problem with it, is that going to affect your decision?"

"No," Kirk answered, shaking his head. "Because I'm the captain and I get the final say." Then he broke from his captain position and grinned almost sheepishly at her. "Besides, I already contacted Starfleet and worked out everything with them. Cut through the red tape with a phaser."

He used his hand to pantomime a phaser and mimicked shooting invisible red tape. They shared a smile together over his childish antics before their expressions settled back into a more somber mood.

"Lucky for me, I don't have a problem with it," Uhura assured him.

Particularly in the first few months of his departure, Uhura had fantasized what it would be like if Spock were to return. Her thoughts ranged from cold indifference towards his attempts to speak with her to a passionate and romantic reunion in which he declared his love and apologized endlessly for leaving her, apologies she surely would forgive. Over the next few months, the fantasies had slowly faded away until she only had a rare moment or two when she wondered if he would ever resume his position on the Bridge.

But now that she knew Spock was actually returning, any thoughts of impractical liaisons or embittered arguments had ceased to exist and she only hoped they could continue to work together with limited awkwardness.

"Really?" Kirk asked incredulously with a mixed expression of surprise and admiration. A relieved grin spread across his attractive face.

"He's been gone for months. Any problem I had, I've gotten over," Uhura informed him with a shrug. She paused for a moment and glanced down at her hands still clasped on her lap. She slowly unthreaded her fingers and when she looked up at the captain, she spoke in a softer voice.

"And he left for a good reason. To help his people. I can't be expected to be worth an entire culture and way of life. He needed to go. I understand that," she spoke honestly. She gave a wistful smile and averted her eyes from Kirk's piercing blue to look at the floor beside them.

"I just wanted him to stay for selfish reasons," she finished lamely, eyeing the dirty laundry that coated the carpet. Uhura was surprised to feel a warm hand on her knee and looked back at Kirk to see him staring at her earnestly.

"Love isn't selfish," he promised her with a strange symphony of emotions splayed across his face.

Comforted by his friendship, she slipped her smaller hand around his paler one and squeezed gently.

"It can be."

With another wistful smile, she patted his hand before he drew away. There was a beat of silence while Kirk shifted around on his bed. He shoved the twisted sheets off the edge so he could lean back in a relaxed lounge.

"So you and Chekov…?" he trailed off with a waggle of his thick eyebrows.

"The rumors are true," Uhura answered with a smirk. "We're together."

"I'm just never going to get my chance, am I?" he moaned pitifully. Uhura could only laugh at his overly dejected appearance as he draped an arm over his eyes in a dramatic display.

Kirk shook his head in mock-regret, causing him to join her in her laughter for a moment. Then he shifted his weight so that he was resting on one elbow, his opposite hand running through his short blonde hair.

"How's he going to take it?" Kirk asked with a trace of apprehension.

Truthfully, Uhura had wondered about this, too. Once again, her thoughts had been inconclusive. She wasn't sure how he would react. Would he be upset? Calm? Jealous? Where Spock was sparing with his emotions, Chekov wore his heart on his sleeve. It was one of her favorite things about him, but she wondered how this trait would affect his attitude when she told him about Spock.

"Well," she conceded raising her hands in the air in bemusement, "he's going to have to take it just fine. I'm not going to deal with him being jealous when he has no reason to be."

Kirk smirked at her no-nonsense tone and nodded.

"So there are absolutely no leftover feelings for Spock?" he asked suddenly, blinking at her with curious eyes.

"No," Uhura shook her head adamantly. "I mean, I would like to continue being friends with him. But honestly, I'm over him." She paused again, carefully picking her words. "It would just be easier to be over him if he wasn't here."

With another nod, Kirk glanced down to his fingers resting against the taunt gold fabric on his stomach. He drummed them for a while, staring as though he was not paying attention to his actions.

"I haven't told Chekov yet," Kirk said suddenly. His fingers stopped their restless movements and he faced Uhura with a peaked appearance. "Ruiz already knows since she was there when Spock contacted. And Sulu knows because he asked me why the ship was heading towards New Vulcan."

Uhura had assumed that she was not the first person to know. This information did not shock her. She was touched that Kirk had told her in private, away from prying eyes. She was equally glad that he had not told Chekov. He had at least enough tact to guess that she would want to tell him herself, which in it of itself was surprising.

"Does anyone else know?"

"Bones," Kirk answered with a look on his face that made Uhura question why she even bothered asking.

"Of course," she answered with a roll of her eyes. She should have just assumed.

With another nod, Kirk stood up from his bed with an air of grandeur. He stood with his back erect and a determinedly serious expression etched upon his features.

"So when he comes back, I can expect you to continue doing your work as damn well as you've always been doing?"

Suppressing a smile, Uhura snapped up from the chair and brought her fingers to her forehead in a salute.

"Affirmative, sir."

They stood in their highly traditional stances for a brief second as the staid expressions morphed into joking grins.

"Great," Kirk said warmly. "I'll see you on the Bridge later?"

"As usual," she replied as she headed towards the door. Before she slid it open, she rested her palm against the doorframe and used it as leverage to push herself around to face the captain again. Kirk looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"Can I ask why Spock is coming back?" she finally asked. The question had been weighing on her mind since Kirk announced his news. "I mean, he wouldn't just impregnate some Vulcan woman and then just leave. Spock just wouldn't do that." Uhura knew that without a question of a doubt. "So there has to be a reason."

"Trust me," Kirk responded with a surprisingly acidic look on his normally cheerful face. "There is a reason. And it's a good one. But I really can't tell you anything else about it." He gave a small half-smile in apology and shrugged his shoulders.

"Not even a hint?" she prodded with a teasing pout. His expression had only heightened her curiosity and she was not above using her feminine ways to convince Kirk to explain.

"Only he can tell you," he offered with a grin and winked in friendly-flirting. "Protocol and all."

Uhura sighed and opened the door. As she walked away, she called back to him over her shoulder.

"I liked you better when you didn't follow all the rules."

"Pavel?"

Chekov looked up from his station on the Bridge to see Uhura standing over him. She laid a hesitant hand onto his shoulder and warmth emanated from her simple touch.

"Can we talk for a moment?"

Wordlessly, he stood from his chair and gathered his bearings. They glanced at Sulu who nodded and agreed to man Chekov's station while he was away.

They walked a little ways away from the Bridge to an empty quarter. It was almost nine o'clock and most people were either asleep, working, or getting breakfast so they anticipated no interruptions. Her hand firmly grasped his, running her fingers over his knuckles in a soothing manner.

Finally, they slowed their pace to a complete stop and face each other. Chekov leaned against the wall behind him, crossing his arms across his chest while he watched as Uhura wrapped one arm behind her back to grasp the elbow of her other arm. He had long since attributed this mannerism to one she exhibited when nervous about something.

Her smooth lips parted briefly as she nearly vocalized her thoughts, but Chekov cut her off before she could say anything.

"You're going to tell me that Spock is coming back, aren't you?" he asked with a hint of bitterness laced through his words.

"How did you know?" she wondered as her eyebrows knit in confusion. Looking at her beautiful face grew too painful for Chekov, so instead he chose to squint at her hand that had tightened around her elbow. Her nails were a metallic teal today and were digging into the soft, brown flesh.

"Sulu told me when I arriwed on the Bridge," he told her hand with an offhand shrug. He peered through his long lashes to glance at her face as comprehension cleared her perplexed expression.

"I only just found out from the captain. I came here right away to tell you." Her hand slipped away and fell back to her side. Her elbows bent gracefully as she gestured towards him in manner that he guessed was an attempt at comfort.

Admittedly, the softness and gentle tone of her voice pacified him to a small degree, but his stomach acid continued to churn under his skin.

"Thank you, Nyota," he responded with less bitterness. Her name slipped off the tip of his tongue so well and he savored every syllable.

For more than four years, he had been in love with Nyota Uhura and had waited patiently until she finally realized the depth of his feelings. Until she finally returned those feelings. And now that he could be with her, he did not want to lose her ever. If Spock were to return, Chekov was sure she would slip this his fingers back into the Vulcan's stoic embrace. Spock was older than he was, more intelligent than he was. Spock knew all the languages that Nyota was so passionate about. There was a bond between them that Chekov could not deny and he knew it was a bond not easily broken.

He was going to lose her. Spock was going to return and he was going to sweep her off her feet with his Vulcan romance, whatever that consisted of. But clearly, Vulcan romance did exist. He had won Nyota before, hadn't he? Who was to say that he could not do it again?

These thoughts had plagued Chekov for weeks, his anxieties and fears heightened the moment Sulu had regretfully informed him of Spock's upcoming return. Little more than three years were left of their five year mission on the Enterprise. If he had to spend the remaining time watching Nyota and Spock press fingers together on the Bridge or exchange subtle glances, he did not want to imagine how that would make him feel.

It vould feel like this. Like burning and cold at the same time. Like stomachaches and tense shoulders. It vould feel like it did before he left. Only it vould feel vorse because you had her and then you lost her.

As though she could read his mind, a thoughtful look graced her face and concern flooded her entire body. He watched, unmoving, as she took a few steps forward and placed her teal-tipped hands against the sides of his face. Her fingertips pressed into his downy hair as her thumbs brushed the bottoms of his earlobes. As though enchanted, Chekov uncrossed his arms and placed his hands at the small of her back, bringing them closer together.

"Spock coming back, that doesn't change anything between us," she assured him obstinately. Little puffs of air escaped her full lips and exploded softly against his chin and neck. "You and I are still together. I still care for you." One hand released its hold on his face and slowly trained down to rest its fingers idly atop his clavicle. "Spock is nothing to me but a friend."

The comfort of the moment vanished as he took in her final words.

"You vant to be friends with Spock?" he asked in amazement as his hands gripped her sides more stiffly.

"Yes," she nodded. "And if that makes you upset, I'm sorry. But he and I were close for years and I do not want to throw away our friendship."

Her tone was firm and her eyes stared in his with a steadfast expression, and he knew he could not convince her otherwise. But the image of Nyota crying in her room before Spock left, after they ended their relationship haunted his memory. He remembered his promise to protect her, to make sure she would never hurt again.

"He hurt you," Chekov stressed, staring back at her with just as much pent-up emotion in his own eyes.

Nyota calmly tapped her fingers against his collarbone, he could feel her heat through his cloth. Her other hand padded his curls as she pressed her small frame against his in a comforting and intimate way. A spicy scent that he had long ago associated with Nyota flooded his senses and he shut his eyes for a moment to savor the feeling of her closeness.

"He left because he needed to help his race," she whispered in Spock's defense. An overwhelming urge to protect Nyota from the pointy-eared bastard grew as Chekov hugged her closer against him. She rested her head into the crook of his neck and he placed his check on top of her velvety hair.

"He ran away from you and now he is back," he murmured into her hair, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"And now I am with you." Her words were hot against his neck as her lips brushed against his sensitive skin. She pulled away just enough to place a kiss against the corner of his mouth. "Spock will not change that."

It was several minutes of kisses and caresses before they both returned to the Bridge. Feeling loved and reassured, the acidic sensation all but vanished from Chekov's stomach.

According to Jim, the Enterprise would arrive between the hours of five and seven o'clock that evening. Even a week before, Spock would not have indulged in his human desire to act anxious and excited for his imminent return to the starship. However, after his recent run in with prejudice, he felt more inclined to honor his human heritage. The indignant smolder and sneering anger deep within his core was reminiscent to the sensation he endured when he denied his acceptance to the Vulcan Science Academy.

Though not as forthcoming with his emotions as his human companions would have been, his pleasure at rejoining the Enterprise was palpable enough to cause his father to shut his eyes in distaste.

A brief farewell was shared between himself and his father and then Spock made his way across the dusty land to the main building in the city. Normally, he appreciated the way the sunlight ricocheted off the glass windows as a beacon of sheer light. Today, however, he only found it to be harsh on his vision and repressed the urge to shield his eyes with his hand. He entered the building at a brisk pace and soon encountered his older self awaiting his arrival.

They shared the Vulcan salute and Spock joined the ambassador on the small bench in the hallway. There was still an hour until Jim said he would beam down and there was not much else to do but wait for his transport.

"Your excitement is nearly conspicuous," Spock Prime noted with acute observation. Spock glanced down at his person to see what subtle clue had informed the older Vulcan of his excitement. He knew of no physical indications that belied his inner emotional state, but came to the conclusion that it was more of a human intuition. When he was younger, his mother was always capable of distinguishing his happiness or disappointment even when he did not physically depict his reactions.

"I am anxious to return to my station," Spock responded, looking back up to his counterpart.

The ambassador fixed him with an unfaltering stare for a moment. Spock was not unaccustomed to stares as they had been common since word had spread that he would depart New Vulcan. However, this stare was not the same judgmental look he had grown used to glimpsing on the others. Instead, there was a hint of something calmer and possibly pride in the rich brown color identical to his own.

"Forgive me, Spock, but I doubt it is entirely your station that you miss. Perhaps you also miss your crewmates?" Spock Prime asked, clasping his hands against his chest as he looked on Spock expectantly.

"That would be an accurate observation," Spock agreed. He thought back to a moment he and the older Vulcan had shared at Starfleet before he applied as First Officer under Jim's captaincy. "You mentioned that the captain and I would establish a friendship that would define us both."

"Yes, I recall that I did," Spock Prime nodded thoughtfully. "Do you find my belief to be accurate?"

"I believe Jim and I have the foundations to such a relationship," Spock responded as he thought back on the hours he had spent conversing with the captain. "Doctor McCoy and I have also related to each other more closely than we initially did."

The older man turned away from Spock to face the opposite wall as though looking back on his memories that were surely crossing through his mind. The muscles around Spock Prime mouth twitched momentarily and Spock wondered if he was about to smile.

"Similar to how my friendships with them began. The doctor and I were not partial to each other's company until months after Jim and I had a firm bond between us." There was another pause in which the muscles twitched again before the lined face fell back into its usual stoic appearance. He turned to his younger self with a spark of curiosity in his glassy eyes. "In this new timeline, you were engaged in a romantic relationship with Lieutenant Uhura, am I correct?

"Yes," Spock admitted. He wondered if his older self would approve of such an attachment. At his affirmative answer, nothing altered on the ambassador's countenance that caught Spock's attention during his acute scrutiny.

"Do you wish to continue that relationship when you return to the Enterprise?" Spock Prime prodded with all the emotion of a scientist. He seemed to be conducting a research proposal rather than engage in a casual conversation about relationships.

"I do not feel that would be possible under given circumstances," Spock responded. Nyota had once compared Vulcans to dancers. She claimed they were likely to sidestep and twist away from answering direct questions if they did not want to answer. At the time, he had found her response to be illogical, but endearing.

"Logic aside," Spock Prime stated with an air of waving aside Spock's previous answer, "would you to continue your relationship with her?'

Logic aside. Logic and circumstances aside. Six months with only a memory and a single, brief, angered conversation on monitors. In the fabled, perfect world, Spock knew his answer immediately.

"Yes," he answered with a slight catch in his throat. He swallowed hard to clear any impediments. "My feelings for her are unchanged."

"Fascinating."

For the first time since Nyota was mentioned, Spock saw something change in the older man's face. A single eyebrow quirked in its usual manner, but the muscles around the eyes tightened and the lips thinned. It was not an unfriendly expression, merely an enriched one.

"From the little you have said about Nyota, I assume your friendship with her never cumulated into a more intimate relationship," Spock stated, faintly curious about the other timeline that he knew so little about.

"No," Spock Prime confirmed. "During our time at the Academy when I taught her, she appeared to harbor affection towards myself. That affection continued during our early days aboard the Enterprise, though I never formally returned her feelings." He stopped speaking for a moment and his lips formed a thin, straight line. Spock recognized the gesture as something he often did himself when examining old information at a new angle. "There were moments when I thought perhaps a deeper relationship could exist between the two of us, however I never acted upon them. Eventually, her feelings dissipated and we continued our friendship for the remainder of her life."

Neither Vulcan moved on the bench as they both sat in contemplative silence, wondering what life would have been like if they had made different decisions. Spock finally broke the silence with a softer voice than he has used all day.

"Whom did she marry?"

Spock Prime paused in his thoughts to look at his younger self in heavily-veiled surprise at the gentle tone.

"Uhura never married. It was a surprise to all of us, I am sure."

Spock felt a momentary wave of relief and released a short breath.

"During our travels, many of the crew members expressed an interest," the ambassador continued. "Mr. Chekov flirted with her at the Academy, but I believe she was infatuated with myself at the time and thus did not return his sentiments. There were many incidents between Uhura and the captain, though nothing substantial ever resulted. Years after our initial five year mission, our bridge crew was reunited on another mission. It was then that Uhura confessed to caring deeply for Mr. Scott, yet he did not feel the same."

Spock's relief was brief, stopped in its proverbial tracks at this new information. Nyota was not the sort of woman to go without admirers, he knew that without a shadow of a doubt. Her beauty, intelligence, grace, everything that made her who she was… It was undeniable, unspeakable, unbelievable. To deny someone of her presence was a punishment in itself. But to know that in some other universe Nyota did not get the chance to show her love to him, that he could not return her love… It was hardly bearable. The knowledge churned his stomach that in another timeline, days and years had gone by and she moved on, even tried to share her love with Mr. Scott. Bile coated his throat as he wondered how events would transpire once he returned to the Enterprise.

"Do you believe I shall have a chance to reunite with her?"

He spoke cautiously and knew he sounded like a small child. Still, he could not repress the urge to know what the ambassador thought. They exchanged glances and Spock felt uncomfortable and unusual as though his humanity were visibly showing. He could not shed the feeling that he would never feel at peace with himself as a Vulcan or a human. The older Vulcan seemed to sense the inner turmoil but could do nothing to relieve it.

"Many things have changed in this new timeline. The Uhura you know is not the same as the Uhura I was so familiar with. With insufficient knowledge, I cannot make an accurate assumption."

It was a logical answer. It should have comforted Spock in his fit of barely controlled humanity. But it did not.

Spock Prime received the communication that the Enterprise had arrived and the captain and the doctor were about to beam down. The two men stood from their bench and walked outside to greet the others.

Spock looked over at the older Vulcan and saw with interest that the wizened eyes did not cease in gazing across the sky above them as though looking for the ship.

"You wish to return," he realized, recognizing the small mannerisms that indicated the same excitement that he dimly felt.

"Yes," the ambassador nodded. "I can honestly say that I would like to return to the Enterprise more than I would like nearly anything else." But I had my time with the crew. It is now your time to rejoin them and to have your own experiences."

There was a silence in which Spock felt scrutinized under those lined eyes. He nodded briskly, inwardly grateful to be accepted back onto the starship.

"Your father and I shall both miss your company," Spock Prime continued, apparently satisfied with the nod. "If the Enterprise should ever fly near New Vulcan, I ask that you visit."

"If it is possible, I will certainly visit," Spock agreed. Despite the anger he felt towards the prejudice mindset of most of the inhabitants of New Vulcan, he anticipated the next time he would visit his father or Spock Prime.

Before either Spock could say anything further, two forms began to materialize before them. They watched in silence as the forms took on the familiar shapes of Captain Kirk and Doctor McCoy and waited until the forms were solid before greeting them.

"Captain, Doctor," Spock inclined his head towards them.

"Spock," Kirk responded as McCoy nodded. "Hello, Ambassador," Kirk added, turning to the older man.

"It is good to see you both again," Spock Prime intoned in his deep cadence.

"Likewise," Jim smiled warmly. "Sorry we can't stay longer and talk, but we have a schedule to keep to."

"Indeed." The older Vulcan shifted so that he stood with locked legs and his hands behind his back. "I must return to our city as soon as our Spock leaves. Also, it would not serve you well to remain in this climate for long."

McCoy nodded vigorously and Spock noticed the doctor adorned a short sleeved medical shirt instead of the usual long sleeved garment.

"I'm glad you're coming back," Jim said, turning his beaming smile to Spock. The usual glimmer in his eyes seemed brighter and Spock felt an immediate sense of friendship radiate from the captain.

"It's just been so emotional without you there," the doctor added with sarcasm. His tone was gruff, but the ambassador's slight upturn of his lips reassured Spock that the comment was meant with affection.

"You ready?" he asked Spock in the same grumpy voice.

"Yes, Doctor."

Jim snapped open his communicator, "Beam us up, Enterprise!"

The golden sheen covered the bodies as they transported to the Enterprise. In the last moment, Spock raised his hand in the customary salute to his older self. The ambassador stared in his direction with his own salute.

"I'wak mesukh-yut t'on."

The older Vulcan's words echoed within him before Spock's vision went momentarily black as he disappeared into the interior of the famed starship.

Note: "I'wak mesukha-yut t'on" means "the present is the crossroads of both future and past." Thank you, Vulcan Language Dictionary!

So yes. No confrontation. Yet. But it's going to be wonderful when it happens. :D

Please review and let me know what you thought of the chapter! More Chekov/Uhura love-ness, more Kirk-humor/caring, more Leonard Nimoy/prime universe! lol I hope you enjoyed. Please review!