Author's Note: Rated T just in case - and still pre-slash at best - enjoy!
Jim smiled as Spock entered his quarters. "How'd it go?"
"Well," the Vulcan replied as he accepted the glass of water with a nod of thanks, settling opposite his Captain with the ease of familiarity.
"Really?" he asked dubiously.
"You are surprised?"
"Uh, considering that Uhura has an explosive temper when provoked, more than a little," he replied honestly.
"I believe that she had already come to the conclusion that we are not as compatible as she first thought, and was waiting for me-"
"To draw the same conclusion," Jim finished. "That makes sense," he murmured.
"What did you see that I did not?" Spock asked, head tilted curiously.
Jim blew out a breath. "She knew you were half-Vulcan going into the relationship," he stated, and Spock nodded. "She also knew that you had been raised on Vulcan, therefore the Vulcan side of your heritage was likely to be more prevalent than your human side," he continued. Spock waited expectantly. "Knowing that, that argument didn't make sense – as a Xenolinguist, she would have more of an understanding of Vulcan culture than I do…" he trailed off.
"She was making demands of me that she would have from a human lover," Spock spoke slowly. Jim nodded. "You believe she was doing so to prompt me into realising our lack of compatibility?"
"I'm just saying, that from what I know of her character, that is the conclusion I would draw. But only Uhura would know for sure," he added quickly. "Want to talk about something else?" he offered.
"I believe I need to meditate upon the matter."
"You haven't already?" Jim asked, surprised.
"No, I had the desire to talk the matter over with you first Jim."
"I'm honoured," he replied honestly. "Go on Spock, I'm not offended that you need to process."
"You truly do not mind?"
"We can play chess next time."