A missing scene between 'What We Will Find' and 'Gone From There Now'
The first morning she walks downstairs and dumps out the coffee Spock made for her, she gets a raised eyebrow.
"I don't like the smell," she tells him, rinsing out the sink as quickly as she can.
"That is the same type of coffee that you have preferred every morning for the entirety of our acquaintance."
"I don't feel well," she tells him, deciding the sink is clean enough and there's no other offending smells that are threatening to make her that nauseous. She walks over to where he's sitting at the kitchen table and leans against him when he wraps his arm around her waist.
"Would you perhaps like a cup of tea?"
She looks at his mug, imagines sipping it and shakes her head. "No."
"Something to eat?"
"No," she says again, pressing into him and leaning her cheek on the top of his head. "But thank you."
The second morning it happens, she throws up into the sink, right onto the puddle of coffee that's still draining.
Spock is next to her in an instant but his hands on her shoulder and on her back are too warm and she bats him away, feeling clammy and sticky.
"Sorry," she says as she rinses her mouth, feeling him still hovering behind her. "I'm sorry."
"Would you like me to comm Doctor McCoy?"
"I actually feel fine now," she says. She hadn't felt all that great when she had woken up but it's better now, the queasiness that she had carried with her most of yesterday and overnight finally slightly diminished. Not entirely, but enough that she doesn't think she's going to vomit again.
The third morning, she just says wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and says,
"No more coffee."
"Understood," Spock says like he hasn't been making her coffee every morning after every night they've ever spent together. "Perhaps I should comm-"
"I'm fine. Some type of bug," she says, then yawns. "I'm just tired."
"You are certain?"
"I'll call McCoy if I feel worse," she promises, which she doesn't do because she's fine but which of course Spock does anyway because she's also maybe, just possibly lying about that fact.
"Well," McCoy says, staring down at his tricorder. "Well."
"Doctor?" Spock asks.
"Well," McCoy says again, then opens his mouth, then closes it, then smiles wide and brilliant.
"What is it?" Nyota asks, reaching for Spock's hand and thinking that maybe she already knows and that Spock might as well or he wouldn't be there with her, feeling that same slight tremble of nervousness and excitement that she is.
"Congratulations," McCoy says and he's still smiling and Spock is holding her hand too tightly and she feels a little dizzy and a little bit like she might throw up again.
…
"Um," she says when Carol goes to open the bottle of wine. They do this every week, ever since they first shipped out on their five year mission all that time ago and Nyota had decided that they should get to know each other. And so every week they have dinner and wine and they complain about Spock and Jim and how short their active duty uniform skirts are and how badly they want rank stripes and discuss the intricacies of who's sleeping with who but this week, Nyota presses her lips together and shakes her head at the bottle.
She's a linguist and speaks the majority of Federation languages, but all she can get out is another, "Um."
"Are you feeling well?" Carol asks, slowly putting the bottle back on the counter.
"I'm just…"
"Not drinking?" Carol asks, standing in Nyota's new kitchen in her new house with its extra bedroom that's empty and painted a bright, happy yellow that everyone Nyota and Spock know have asked about.
"Not drinking," Nyota confirms.
"Not drinking for a while?" Carol asks and Nyota nods.
"For a while," Nyota repeats, then drags her teeth over her bottom lip and blurts out,
"But please, we're not really-"
"I don't know anything," Carol assures her since she's a weapons specialist and probably knows more classified information than most of Starfleet's intelligence officers do, and is the only other person who has even an inkling of what might or might not have happened between Spock and Nyota on an otherwise empty bridge one night involving the captain's chair, a detail that was shared after far too much of the same brand of wine that Carol brought tonight.
"Thanks."
"Of course," Carol says, then smiles and pulls Nyota into a big hug.
…
"It's nothing," she says as she sits down at the table again, trying very carefully to not inhale the scent of anyone's food. She wouldn't have come to lunch except that it's so rare to get together with the rest of the crew these days that it hadn't seem worth it to miss it.
She might have reassessed that plan if she had known she would need to run to the bathroom twice, each time garnering quick glances, both at her and between everyone else.
"Of course not," Sulu says, digging into the rest of his salad. He's smiling, just a little.
"You ok?" Chekov asks as he takes a bite of his soup and when Nyota looks at him, he flushes.
"Hope you feel better soon," Scotty tells her, grinning around a mouthful of sandwich.
She is either going to blame McCoy or Carol or maybe Spock for letting something slip. He's so excited that she can't really care though, not when half of the time when she looks at him he's staring right back at her, his focus on her stomach.
She glances at him next to her, but this time his attention is on Sulu and Chekov slipping Scotty a handful of credits.
"Really?" she asks, shaking her head at them and sighing. "That's not very subtle."
"As the creation of betting pools is against Starfleet regulation, I presume that you are undertaking the human tradition of collecting funds for a joint gift," Spock tells them and when she skates her fingers over the back of his hand she can feel his hot, heady joy.
They all nod even though Spock isn't their commanding officer anymore, hasn't been since they got back to Earth and won't be again until they ship out on their next mission.
Sulu suddenly has to get to the botany labs and Scotty remembers an errand he has to run and Chekov doesn't manage to come up with an excuse, but does turn back after the other two have left to give Nyota a quick kiss on the cheek.
…
"What is the purpose of your call?" Sarek asks from the monitor and she grins at him.
She covers Spock's knee with her hand, leaning her shoulder against his and feels his fingers lace with hers.
"We have some news for you."
She imagines telling their son, their daughter, whichever it is that their grandfather very nearly smiled when he found out about them and for the first time it actually feels real.
…
"No, that's great," Jim says but he's barely even reacted to what they told him and his words sound slightly strangled as he looks back and forth between them. "Awesome. Amazing. So happy for you two."
She glances at Spock, but he doesn't seem to have any answers as to why Jim's reacting that way, not when they were both so excited to tell him.
"When?" Jim asks, settling deeper into the chair he always sits in when he comes to visit, the one in their living room that he's declared for his own personal use.
"Summer," she says. "Late June."
"Nice," he nods, then says, "That's when the next five year mission is slated to start."
She glances at Spock again. "We know."
"Yeah."
"Jim," she says, then looks at Spock for a third time because they haven't really talked about this or anything else, but there are also things between them that she just knows without either of them having to say it out loud. "Jim, we're still coming."
Except that as soon as she says it, she realizes that he might not be reacting to that at all, he might not know how to tell them that he can't have them there, that it's a liability, that it's not safe, that he can't have two senior officers be new parents, that they have to stay behind, that they can't-
"Really?" Jim asks and she wants to tell him that he doesn't need to blink that much.
"If that's-" She waits until Spock meets her eyes and nods. "If that's ok."
"Yeah that's-" Jim starts, then stops because he's finally smiling. He laughs a little, his eyes crinkling at the corner as he scoots forward in his chair, then asks again,
"Really?"
"Really," she says and Jim smiles wider.
"How long till June?" he asks.
Spock starts to answer, but she squeezes his hand and presses her other one to her stomach. "It's not soon enough."