What did Uhura find in Spock's drawers? 😳

Fellas
There's a jealous girl in our town
Ohh, baby...

Jealous Girl
by New Edition

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Since Uhura and Spock were forced to spend time together in his quarters in what she was coming to think of as their "second quarantine", Uhura decided to do some tidying up. Somehow a lot of her belongings had made their way into his rooms and it was beginning to look a bit cluttered for her taste. She was trying to rearrange Spock's dresser drawers to make room for her unmentionables when she stumbled upon something unexpected. This was the last thing she expected to find in her husband's drawers among his underwear.

"Mr. Spock!"

Spock looked up from his data PADD where he was seated at his desk and responded with equal formality. "Miss Uhura?"

"Who is this?" Uhura held up a holo pic of a beautiful woman, tall and slim with long blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She looked inhumanly svelte.

Spock glanced briefly at the holo pic and then went back to work at his computer. This is an unfortunate discovery, he thought but he simply said, "That is Droxine."

"Mmm well, I know that. It says Droxine right here in the description. Droxine of Stratos. What it does not say is who and what is she doing in your drawer?" Uhura said calmly, too calmly to Spock's comfort.

He looked up from his computer again. "Aduna, do I detect a note of jealousy in your tone?"

"Don't you Aduna me, and don't try to distract me from the subject at hand. Now start talking Mister." She smiled in a rather vicious way that told Spock this was a trap and he was caught without means of escape. All he could do was tell the truth.

"She is the daughter of the head Adviser of the planet Stratos. If you will recall we visited that world on a mission precisely 3.68 years ago."

"Yes, I recall our mission to Stratos. Captain Kirk started a bit of a diplomatic incident there."

"Yes. That was an unfortunate incident," he agreed hoping that was the end of it.

"And yet it still does not explain your possession of this holo pic." She had approached his desk now and was hovering over his shoulder.

"It was a gift from Droxine." Spock said.

"I see... a gift. Why?"

"Why what?" he to sidestep this conversation but Uhura was not to be misdirected.

"Why would she gift you with her holo pic?"

"You would need to ask her 'why she bestowed it upon me."

"Well I'm asking you, so speculate Mr. Spock," Uhura pressed on.

"I would presume the young lady presented it as a souvenir to commemorate our visit."

"That must have been some visit. You must have made quite an impression on the young lady?"

Spock could tell his wife was becoming impatient with his curt replies but he really had no logical explanation for keeping that holo pic. He sighed in resignation. "I believe the young lady was curious about Vulcans. She gave me this as a memento and invited me to visit her when I have shore leave."

"Did she now? Sounds like she was interested in you and wanted a romantic relationship."

"Yes, I believe she did," Spock said as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

"Mmm-hmm, I see. And were you also interested in pursuing a relationship with the young lady?"

Spock hesitated a beat too long before answering. "No... not precisely... perhaps under different circumstances..." he said finally.

"That is an imprecise answer, Spock. Did you want a relationship with her- I mean a sexual relationship?"

"I beg your pardon?" He had not expected her to ask that.

"You heard me, have sex, a physical relationship. She is quite attractive."

"Yes, she is but-"

"But would you have liked to pursue her romantically? There is nothing wrong with that, you're a grown man, everyone has desires, even Vulcans."

"Nyota-"

"Don't 'Nyota' me, just answer the question. I will not become upset."

"You already appear upset," Spock said abandoning any pretense of working to look up into her eyes.

"I've seen her before," she changed tact.

"Have you?" Now his curiosity was piqued.

"Yup, in a dream, more precisely in your dream."

"You did?" Spock was growing more uncomfortable. What had he dreamed now?

"Yes, so I already know you had a prurient interest in her."

"Did I?"

"Yes, indeed Mr. Spock. Like I said we all have desires. Would it surprise you to know that I too have been attracted to men before we bonded?"

"No, it would not," he said not liking where this was leading.

"No, I guess it wouldn't. You probably know more about my past than I do, seeing as how you restored my past memories."

Spock had not exactly restored her memories when Nomad had wiped her mind. He had melded with her and tried to rekindle those memories for her and when that failed he imparted all the memories of her that he possessed and also a small part of his own Katra with it.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's ok to have a past, you don't have to hide it from me, or pretend it didn't happen."

"Nothing happened," Spock stated flatly.

"If you say so." She looked deep into his eyes and he unflinchingly stared back. After a long moment, she released a pent breath and touched his cheek gently. "Spock, I am sorry I pried. It did bother me that you felt a need to hide it, but we are both entitled to have some secrets I guess."

"No Nyota. We agreed to have no more secrets between us. I was very attracted to Droxine. She reminded me of... my own youth, of experiences I missed, paths not taken. I had been betrothed to T'Pring practically my entire life. I went to Earth and attended the academy and while there I studied and worked with females who were beautiful, intelligent, confident, and for me, untouchable. I was a young man watching my peers pursue romantic interests and I...could not. Droxine reminded me of those girls, and I was newly divorced at the time... She appealed to my ego. She possessed innocence and lack of guile that I found refreshing."

"Then why did you not pursue her?" Uhura asked with genuine curiosity and no hint of anger.

"She was also spoiled, ignorant of her people's suffering, and prejudiced, though she did show a desire to learn about her world and its realities. But the attraction was quite superficial and ...indeed prurient in nature as you said."

Uhura wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned over his shoulder to press her cheek to his. Her skin was so soft and she smelled of body lotion and her own personal scent which never ceased to arouse him and he forgot all about Droxine.

"Uh-huh. I know that kind of attraction very well. Like how sexy that other dimension Spock was," she said with a dreamy tone.

Spock did not like to talk of the 'other Spock', the one whom Uhura seemed fixated on from the mirror dimension and who had recently haunted his dreams. "I don't think it is the same at all," he said.

"Sure it is. I was very attracted to him in a very prurient way but he also frightened me. He was violent and cruel. Dangerous." She shivered.

"He was a product of his environment as you said."

"So now you defend him?" she said teasing and then pecked his cheek before stepping away.

"I don't condone that other's behavior but I think I understand it now that we have been through so much turmoil."

"Well even though I found him VERY attractive, if I had to choose between the two of you, I'd choose you. There is far more to you than a handsome face, far more."

"I am honored, my wife. And I feel likewise. I was given a choice and I chose you."

"Why?" She asked not for the first time. "Why did you choose me out of all the women on this ship, out of all the women who pursued you and who you were attracted to?" It still defied logic that she was married to Spock.

"Because you are the only one I wanted for a wife. You are the other half of my soul, not because you possess a part of my Katra but because when we are together I am whole. When you touch me I am nearly overcome with emotion. Because when I envision a life without you as my wife I see a bleak and solitary future."

"Aww, Spock." Uhura rushed back to him and sat in his lap draping her arms around his neck again. "So you don't want this very tall, very thin, very pretty girl in the holo pic anymore?"

"I never wanted her. Why would I when I already have a very tall, very thin, very beautiful wife? Why would I want another?"

"You can be very charming when you want to, you know that?"

"I have been told I have my moments." He said and he gently kissed her to prove it.

Uhura broke the kiss to look into his eyes again. "Yes, you do. That's why I am not going to be angry that you told this Droxine about Pon Farr but never told me."

Damn! "Well, as to that, er..." Spock was caught off guard again with that statement.

"Don't sweat it, I am not upset," Uhura said.

"You do not sound 'not upset' about it."

"No? How do I sound?" she asked sweetly.

Spock knew that he had gotten himself into another corner. Uhura had managed to pry one confession from him and then led him to believe it was forgiven only to reveal the true crime for which he had no defense.

"Nyota, Pon Farr is not a secret per se... it is just not spoken of..." he tried to explain.

"McCoy your doctor didn't know, Captain Kirk your best friend didn't know, I, the girl you've been stalking and possessing with your Katra, didn't know, yet sweet little Droxine knows?"

"Again I didn't tell her, she asked me about it."

"And you were only too eager to tell her all the details."

"I didn't tell her any details. Nyota I already confessed I was attracted to her-" he tried to backpedal to safer ground.

"So you weren't attracted to me enough to tell me? Is that why you never mentioned it?" She sounded so disappointed.

"No-" he said slowly

"Then why?" she pleaded. "Why was I the last to know?"

"I was afraid," Spock confessed.

"Afraid of what?" Nyota was stunned by his confession.

"I was afraid that if you knew... if any of you knew, you would be disgusted. That it would be just one more alien thing to set me apart from humanity. I was afraid that if you knew it would frighten you away or...I couldn't risk it. I didn't care if Droxine knew she was just curious about Vulcans, any Vulcan. But if you knew and you didn't accept me..."

"Oh please shut up Adun! Don't say anymore." She hugged him tightly. "I really am sorry I pried. I was just being jealous as you said. Do you forgive me?"

Spock hugged her back. "There is nothing to forgive. It was foolish of me to keep such a secret from you. You deserved to know what I am."

"I know what you are. You're a good man. We've known each other for years but we're still just going through that getting to know you stage. That's why we needed to date and not rush into cohabitating."

"We have already dated if you consider all the time we spent together even before our bonding. Cohabitating was the logical thing to do. We belong together."

"You already put the cart before the horse. We never dated officially, and that sneaky courting you did doesn't count."

"I was not being 'sneaky', you were simply oblivious to my intentions."

"Yeah right whatever. I know when a man likes me."

"No, you do not, and for that I am grateful."

"Why grateful?"

"You were not distracted by anyone else." He said.

"How do you know that? Nevermind, you know everything don't you?"

"It is good you acknowledge it, Aduna."

"Hush. No more arguing, I'll arrange our next date. We have nothing else to do until we get to Vulcan anyway."

"I was not arguing, just stating facts."

"When your facts disagree with my facts, that is called arguing in my book."

Her 'book' sounded highly illogical but Spock wisely kept that opinion to himself because somehow he found himself in her embrace and that was the only place he wanted to be.

"Oh, by the way," she whispered in his ear, "who's Zarabeth?"

I wrote this scene a long... long time ago and it was supposed to be for a sequel to this story I was planning. But IDK, it seems to fit here more than some future story. I actually found at least a hundred new scenes/chapters I wrote for that future story I was gonna call The Vulcanians but a lot of it doesn't coincide with events of this story anymore. Anyway, since I hate to throw any writing, I'm shoving this scene in now and there is a lot more to come.