Disclaimer: I, alas, do not own Star Trek. In any way.
WOOO! Still alive after all this time! I really have no excuses, other than the fact that the Final Fantasy series is amazing and what do you mean, I need a job to live? I am a goddess of Hyrule, foolish mortal.
Anyways, if anyone remembers this story at all, here's a new chapter for you up finally, as promised! The tone of this one is slightly different from previous ones; there's no dialogue. Please tell me how you think it works out.
Spock sat quietly at one of the small desks at the rec room. At this hour, he was the only one there, and it was a rather odd sight to see one stoic Vulcan bent over the table, working on something invisible to a casual observer.
The door swooshed open and Nyota Uhura walked in, smiling. She pulled out the chair opposite Spock's, and when he inclined his head, she sat down, pulling strings of different shades from her pocket. The two friends looked at each other, Uhura with a smile and Spock with softened eyes, then bent over their individual friendship bracelets.
After being transferred to a starship after a brief teaching stint-to the Enterprise, no less-Spock had been somewhat… overwhelmed. Working as a laboratory assistant to Doctor Monroe meant that his life was full of shouted orders, quick cleanups of spilled liquids, and lots and lots of trials. It was fulfilling, but… stressful. Spock soon found himself making friendship bracelets in his quarters when he had no more than a few minutes off at once. At first he didn't know what to do with them, as he had no friends on the Enterprise. He ended up sending them en masse to his mother when they stopped off at Starbase Six, but bought more lanyard there as well, which led to making more bracelets. They helped him cope.
Uhura had found him one evening (although it was all relative in the vacuum of space) in the rec room, silently making beautiful bracelets. The two soon bonded over a mutual appreciation of arts, and a history with friendship bracelets-Uhura had explained how her family used to sit outside and make bracelets for one another as signs of love, and Spock explained how his mother taught him how to make the bracelets. The two exchanged patterns, and soon it was a common occurrence for them to sit in mutual silence, making bracelets. Uhura often gave some which she made to Spock, who gave the ones he made to her. They both had a veritable collection of them. It was a very odd thing to explain to anybody, but the two knew how much the small, knotted strings meant to each other. They were friends, and in the end, that was all one needed to know.
Uhura tied off her bracelet with a dextrous knot, and with a pleased smile, presented it to Spock. It had a diagonal striping pattern, with each stripe a different color and many stripes being different kinds of string altogether, causing a hodgepodge of color and texture. It made him think of the Vulcan philosophy, of infinite diversity in infinite combinations. Although he could not find the words to express his gratitude, Uhura knew how touched he was by the softening of his expressions, and grinned. The two often spent their sessions together in silence, speaking with the language of knots and colors.
Whoah, that one was a bit weird. I haven't written these in a while, so you'll have to forgive my choppiness. If you liked this, please review; if you didn't like it, please, please review and tell me that. If people think this one sucks, I'll probably rewrite it.