Author's Note: Takes place in the A Compass Wouldn't Help at All universe. Title from "Two-Part Harmony" by Robert Skoro.
A Distant Memory Of
Nyota knows him immediately. His posture is different from her Spock—spine bent under the weight of the years—but his age does nothing to obscure the familiarity of his profile.
When she approaches, recognition lights his face as well.
"It really is you," she says for want of something better.
It's unbelievable, overwhelming, and she reaches towards him. She stops short when his hands remain clasped behind his back.
Bemusement flashes in his eyes and, instantly, she understands.
"Lieutenant Uhura," he acknowledges softly. His tone is sentimental and fondly affectionate.
Nyota holds her hands at her sides and nods.