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What Could Have Happened Part 9

Nyota opened her eyes blearily, squinting into the darkness which enveloped the room. She could feel someone's heart beating against her chest, and cool skin against hers. She could also smell jasmine and lavender, which could only mean one thing—Spock. Nyota sat bolt upright and blinked in the darkness.

"Computer, lights at 20%" she stated, and then stared down at her own face, relaxed in sleep. She gazed at her own closed eyes, and puckered lips. Her gaze continued downwards to where the covers were pulled up to the shoulder.

She suddenly became aware of the fact that her body was reacting quite dramatically to the proximity of a scantily clad female. Blushing, Nyota scooted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, turning the water on cold and stripping down. She jumped into the ice cold water, gasping at the shock. She closed her eyes, counted to ten and then checks, she was no longer aroused. Sighing slightly with relief she stepped out of the shower, and dried herself off. She took a comb and smoothed her ruffled hair, then brushed her teeth. She left the bedroom and walked to the wardrobe for a clean pair of clothes. Feeling oddly self conscious she took the clothes to the bathroom to change—despite the fact that Spock was still out cold.

Nyota stepped out of the bathroom, perfectly composed and exited the dimly lit room, stepping out into the living room. She ordered the computer to turn the lights on and walked steadily over to the kitchen. She suddenly had an immense craving for a strong coffee. Placing the tea pot on the stove she stood next to the counter, her arms clasped behind her.

When the tea pot whistled she took it off the heat and poured herself a cup of dark coffee. She took the mug over to the table, and with a minute sigh sat down. She pulled over the stack of abandoned PADDs from yesterday and began to forge her way through them. She truly hoped she could go back to her own life soon, otherwise she might forget what it was like to relax.

Spock sat ramrod straight up in bed, his eyes flying open. He fell back against the pillows with a groan as his mind bombarded him with a powerful migraine. He reached a hand up to his forehead and massaged the area, easing his migraine slightly.

"Logic help me." He murmured, as his body finally got around to sending him waves of distress signals. He was sore all over, and if his returning memories were correct, he had slept with Nyota, literally.

After a few seconds, the pounding in his head receded slightly and he attempted to sit up again, only to have his skull explode and his vision turn white. He barely managed to support himself, on his aching arms.

Suddenly warm caring hands were on his shoulders and maneuvering him back to the bed. "Spock, lay down. You are probably suffering from an intense hang over. Here take these." Spock was aware that Nyota was pushing something into his hand. He grasped the small pills desperately.

Nyota lifted his head slightly, and told him to put the pills in his mouth. He obliged. "Here, drink this." She pressed a glass of water against his lips, and he felt blessedly cool water enter his parched throat. He swallowed desperately, gulping down the water feverishly. When the last drop was gone he sighed, wishing the pain in his head would go away.

Nyota eased his head back against the pillow again. "Remain in your current position; otherwise you will possibly experience nausea. I will return with a hypo which should cure your hangover." Spock nodded, murmuring something incomprehensible. It was almost amusing to listen to Nyota speaking as if she were actually him.

Spock opened his eyes when Nyota started shaking his shoulder, and he realized he had relapsed into sleep again. He could see the smile in her eyes, but she portrayed no other outward signs of emotion.

"Here you are. This will give you some pain, however it is temporary and should cure you of your condition." Spock felt a prick as she inject the hypo into his neck, and clenched his fists instinctively. Then it was over, and a few seconds later Spock's aching muscles stopped hurting and his dizziness evaporated. His headache was also gone, although due to the aspirin or the hypo he did not know.

Spock sighed and opened his eyes. Nyota was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Nyota, what is the time?" He asked urgently.

"0735 hours. You need to get dressed while I prepare breakfast. I contacted the Vulcan High Council yesterday; they accepted my apology and explanation. You are no longer banished, and you father has reinstated you into the Sarek family." At this she gave him a real small smile, although he noticed it was tinged with a bit of sadness, which confused him. Spock struggled to sit up, his body still tired.

"Nyota, why are you sad? You have accomplished everything I wished, thank you." He asked, concerned. She raised an eyebrow, then sighed minutely.

"It is truly nothing. It's just, I know how much the opinion of your father is to you, but why do you care whether the Council accepts you? From what I hear of you past all they have ever done is insult you and discriminate against you, and yet you want them to accept you. Just because you aren't banished, doesn't mean they accept you for whom you really are. It just saddens me to know you want to be accepted by such people when you've got friends and family who love you and accept you completely." She returned to her usual way of speaking, looking forlorn. Spock was stunned.

"I assure you Nyota that most humans find my company to be distasteful. I am doubtful that any love me or accept me." Spock stated truthfully.

Nyota wouldn't catch his eyes, but looked away. "You're wrong. Pike cares for you as if you were his own son, and well, recently I've begun to realize that you are one of the best people I know. You mean a lot to me, your friendship and everything." She murmured, her ears turning greenish. Spock was astonished, he had never thought that anyone could like him, let alone love him. Yet here Nyota was, basically admitting her love for him. He was touched, deeply. Since being a child he had always wanted to be accepted and cared for, instead of shunned.

"Thank you Nyota. You do not know how much it means to hear you say that." He answered truthfully. He leaned in and gently ran his fingers along her arm, she shivered. She turned to him, her face blank again, but her eyes glistening.

She mover her hand and laid it against his for a moment. Then she retracted and it and her face hardened further. "You need to take a shower and get dressed. Breakfast will be served in 0015 hours. Classes begin in 0045 hours." She stated all business. Spock nodded, and smiled slightly. Nyota stood up, straightened her uniform, and then left the room.

Spock sighed, and then slid out of bed—he would not be forgetting his conversation with Nyota. It warmed him to know she cared about him, just as he had learned to care about her. Maybe, just maybe, this whole business would have some positive outcomes.

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