Nyota has a ring on her finger and a husband in her bed. What more could a girl want?

Out in public, make a scene

I don't cook; I don't clean

But let me tell you how I got this ring!

~WAP by Cardi B~

Ring The Alarm

Spock carried Uhura home as she commanded him to after his public proposal. He effortlessly carried her down the corridors of the Enterprise, but as they approach his quarters Spock did not slow down, which piqued Uhura's curiosity.

"Spock, where are you going?" she asks as he went right past his door.

He didn't answer but continued to walk with determination, so Uhura just went along with it as she always did until they reached her own cabin door. She was both surprised and disappointed. When she said "let's go home" she had meant their home, his quarters where she had been spending most of her time, anyway. When he walked past his room, she thought maybe he was taking her to some special location for another surprise. But this was not what she expected at all.

He stood at the door's threshold and asked her to unlock the door with her code. Reluctantly, she punched it in and the door slid open to an almost unrecognizable room. It was her cabin, but everywhere she looked she saw signs of Spock. His wall hangings now shared a wall with her own and she looked deep into the cabin to spy his meditation mat and lamp nestled in a far corner near the bed. And all around the bedroom someone had hung old-fashioned fairy lights. Surprise indeed.

"Did you move into my quarters?"

Spock nodded. "Yes. I hope I didn't overstep myself? You have reminded me several times that your quarters are larger than mine and so it is only logical that we share this suite instead of my smaller one. You did agree that we would share a home," he said with some tension in his tone.

Technically, Uhura didn't think she had agreed, Spock had maneuvered her into getting his way. But she didn't care. This is what she wanted too, so she just smiled up at him.

"You're a good husband." She kissed his cheek. "And I already told you before, as long as we're together, it's home. So what are you waiting for? Carry me over this threshold."

Spock didn't hesitate this time. He carried her to their bed and settled her down gently. "Welcome home, Aduna."

*/*/*

"Good morning Mrs. Uhura!" a voice rang out over the comm.

"What do you want, Charlene?" Uhura asked the woman who was smiling at her through her view screen bright and early the next morning. She was still sleepy, and it was making her grumpy. Spock was long gone, but she could still feel all the little marks he left on her body as a reminder of last night's homecoming.

That did not put Charlene off in the slightest. "Is that any way to greet your friend?"

"No. I'm sorry," Uhura said with a yawn. "What do you want, Charlene?" She asked with an even grumpier voice this time.

"Well, since you and Spock are officially married and out of the closet, I think it's about time we got a few things out of the way."

Uhura sat up, suddenly at attention. "A few things, like what?"

"You know what happens when someone gets married on the Enterprise." Charlene reminded her.

"No," Uhura said and lay back on her bunk, hoping to end the discussion.

Charlene began to explain anyway. "Oh? Well, what we do is-"

Uhura sat back up. "I mean NO! As in, I'm not doing any of that nonsense."

"Nonsense? How dare you! We're talking about tradition. You deprived everyone of partaking in your wedding. The least you could do is let us throw you a party."

"I didn't deprive anybody of anything. You can take that up with Mister kidnap and marry 'em."

"Look Ny, I know how you feel about all the attention you've been getting, but you better just prepare for it, whether you like it or not. Either you let me throw you a party or somebody else will, and it won't be as nice if they do."

"Who else is wrongly thinking of throwing me a party?"

"Sulu, Scotty, Chekov, Arex," Charlene ticked off the names on her hand.

"Tell them to stop." Uhura insisted.

"You think they'll stop just cause I tell them to? They're your friends and they want to be in on the celebration of your marriage. It's the least you can do after an elopement. And I know, you didn't technically elope, but the ship doesn't know that. Remember, everybody thinks you did."

"Sulu knows better."

"Sulu is trying to book strippers as we speak. And do you want him telling Scotty or Chekov that Spock really abducted you?"

"Hell no! They'll tear Spock apart, or at least they'll give it a try." Uhura sighed. "So when and where is this party gonna be?"

"Atta girl. I knew you'd be logical. And I haven't decided yet. I have to speak to Spock's best man first."

"What best man? It's just a party, not a wedding."

"It's both. You cheated us out of a wedding so we're doing it right here on the ship."

"Oh no we're not. I'm already married!"

"So what? Spock already proposed to you on Argelius too, didn't he? Two proposals, two weddings. Don't bother to argue with me. We're doing this."

"Oh, are WE? Are WE going to marry Spock again too, because I won't be there?"

"Ny, don't be that way. Just let me plan everything for you and Spock. It will satisfy everybody on the ship who feels slighted. They think you and Spock have been seeing each other secretly and ran off to get married without us. People are happy for you, but there are some hurt feelings too. A lot of people love you, you know?"

"Okay, I get it. But damn it, I just want my life back!" She pounded on the pillow.

"And you shall have it back. Just put on this little show for the good of moral, and I swear to you people will get sick of you and Spock and move on to something else."

"I hope so. I just want to be Lieutenant Uhura again."

"Nyota, sweetie, you're gonna have to reconcile the fact that you're Mrs. Uhura and Lieutenant Uhura. They are both you now."

"I guess," she said, looking at her hand and the ring Spock put there. She had refused to take it off even for a minute. She never wanted to take it off. She supposed she was well and truly "Sprung", as the saying went.

"Charlene, have you ever been in love?" She asked suddenly.

"Don't ask me that Ny. Anything but that." Charlene was serious for the first time in their conversation and Uhura looked at her in the viewer.

"I'm sorry." Uhura could tell she touched a nerve with her friend. Lately, she was seeing signs that Charlene was not the always sassy, confident person she pretended to be. Something, or rather someone had hurt her. Uhura hoped that someday Charlene would trust her enough to share her story, but until then she wouldn't push.

"Charlene, you know I love you, right?"

"I do. And I love you too. Now go back to sleep. You look like Spock just rode you hard and put you away wet." Charlene said, getting right back to her annoying perky self.

"Yuck, I don't like how that sounds."

"Bet you liked how it felt, though," Charlene snickered.

"Goodbye Charlene," Uhura slapped the viewer off and closed her eyes again. Charlene got it all wrong. She had been the one to ride Spock hard and wet all night. She didn't care if her brains rotted away and she fell asleep with a smile on her lips.