Zelarus

Ch.2

A/N: Unfortunatley, I don't own...I updated as soon as I could, sorry about that, Highschool is chaos. I actually wrote this in Algebra today!

There was a calm atmosphere about the bridge of the Enterprise, as the young captain scoped his crew. He took a glance toward the direction of the helm, only to find a usually quiet Chevok and Sulu. Usual because those two could talk their through an entire shift. Spock was completly immersed in what ever science was going on in his monitor. Turning his chair around to the communications unit, he took notice that the lovley Uhura was not there. Almost on cue, the doors to the lift slid opened, and Uhura walked onto the bridge looking as impeccable as ever. The only difference was that she wore a smile on arrival.

"Someone had a good night." He smirked and waggled his eyebrows at her.

"A delightful night indeed Captain...and morning for that matter." She smiled sweetly and took her seat. That was odd, normally his innuedo in her and Spock's sex life, would set her instantly aflame. He was banking on her getting irked, then possibly he would have had something to amuse him. Due to her calm, Jim was immediatley bored. He had hoped that being aboard the Enterprise, he would fall face first into action, that the cliche of danger lurking around every corner would be there. That wasn't happening, and as childish as it was, Jim pouted.

Nyota saw him, and chuckled. "Does my lack of irritation annoy you Captain?"

"You," he pointed towards her, "annoy me?" he pointed back to himself. "Never." He lied playfully.

She smirked, and turned back to her station. "Captain we're being hailed by Starfleet Command."

"Retrieve the transmission Lieutinent."

"Aye sir, transmission recieved." Just as she said that, he swiveled his chair around to face the main view screen. He saw Spock doing the same. When the picture was brought up he was greeted by the familiar face of Admiral Pike. AdmiralPike. Oh shit! He didn't realize that everyone else in the room stood at attention. He clumsily stood as well. Being aboard a starship as it's Captain was getting to his head. He was so used to being the highest authority on the Enterprise that he momentarily forgot there were higher authorities.

"At ease." Everyone sat back down at their stations, but all eyes remained on Pike. "How's it going Captian Kirk?"

"It's all good from where I'm standing. If you're concerend for the Enterprise Admiral, she's in perfectley somewhat capable hands." Jim says grinning.

"That's what I'm worried about." Admiral Pike said shaking his head of short cropped salt and pepper colored hair. He then turned his attentions to Spock. "How about you Commander?"

"I am well Admiral." Spock stated. In his years as a cadet at the Academy, Pike had seen through Spock's fascade as a person who kept to himself by choice. Pike knew Spock needed a friend, and so he took him under his wing, almost like a surrogate father. It had really helped Spock, seeing as his relationship with his own father was so strained. It was comforting to know that someone supported his decison to join Starfleet, aside from his mother.

"That's good to hear son." Pike said. He leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms, which normally ment he was about to go into professional mode. "Since the Enterprise is the closest ship to Sector Z of the Alpha Quadrant, the federation wants you check something out."

"What might that be?" Kirk asked, his curiosity now piqued.

"The Fed wants you to go to Zelarus, it's a small world about the size of venus. They want you to see if there's anyway we can get them to join. They are a peaceful people, and declined us several years back due to their disdain for technology."

"We'll see to it as soon as possible. Is there anything else, Sir?" Kirk asked a little dissapointed.

"Yeah, I guess that's it. Take care of the Eneterprise and stay out there as long as you can, being an Admiral isn't all it's blow-up to be. Pike out." The screen went black as Pike continued to babble. Kirk looked at Sulu.

", plot course for Zelarus , Warp three."

"Affirmative." Sulu fingers flew over the navigation board with familiarity, after a few moments he said. " Course set, take off in 3...2...1..." There was no indication that the ship even moved. Nyota smiled to herself, smooth sailing, she thought. The only way you would be able to tell that the ship was in motion was to look at the view screen. Beautiful stars wisped by in long streaks of white, and within a matter of minutes, they were in the Alpha Quadrant.

"That was fast." Kirk muttered not really amused. "How long before we reach planet side?"

"Approximatley twenty-six, Captian." Spock responded.

"That's no time. You never know, maybe this will be a little more interesting than just diplomacy." He only hoped, but then again, you really never know.

After her shift, Nyota went back to the comfort of her quarters. She was thouroughly grateful that she hadn't been nauseated through her shift. She went to her shower and turned the water as hot as it would go. She took a nice long shower letting the muscles in her neck relax, pulling the scrunchie out of her hair, she sighed in pleasure. Her hair being pulled up in that damned ponytail caused and almost daily headache, it was simply for a professional look it had nothing to do with how it felt afterwards.

Nyota was in the middle of drying her hair when she heard the doors to her quarters swish open, and was greeted by Spock standing on the threshold of the door frame.

"Well hello there." She smiled, and continued to dry her hair. She had the bottle of moisterizer in her hand when Spock came and sat on the bed behind her. He took the bottle from her, squirted some of it's contents in his hand, and gently began massaging it into her scalp. She groaned blissfully. He must have been able to sense that her muscles were still tense, because as soon as he finished applying the moisterizer, he began massaging her neck. Nyota practically purred in delight. "Oh gods, that feels amazing..."

"I trust that your visit to sickbay was eneventful." Spock said as he continued his minstrations on her neck.

"Well," Nyota smiled, " Not exactley." Spock stopped his actions, and gave her an imfamous lift of his left eyebrow that made her smile even wider. " I recieved some absolutley wonderful news today." She had turned around do that she faced Spock.

"That would explain the level of mirth you displayed on the bridge during your shift. Would you like to continue? She gave a huge toothy grin, and sat there looking at him for a long moment, building up his curiosity. When she was sure he had waited long enough, she leaned across the bed to reach the nightstand and sat back in front of him with a rectangular white box, and a black ribbon. She gave him the box.

He eyed it and took it from here. " I hardly see why this is relevant to my inquery. I simply wondered as to why you were so happy."

"I know, I'm getting there." She said growing a little impatient. He did as she instructed, and held up the contents of the box, two blue knit booties.

"Nyota, I fail to see how these will ever-" His voice unaturally began to trail off, and realization slowly dawned on him. "Nyota?" She nodded freverently, silently comfirming his evident suspicions.

"I found out this morning. I didn't want to tell you on the bridge with everyone there. I didn't think you would want me to drag you off the bridge, so I waited."

"You have concieved...my child?"

"Who else's ?" She asked rhetorically smartly Spock didn't answer, he just continued to stare at Nyota. After a while of uncomfortable scrutiny, his eyes shifted to the barley noticable belly all the while wondering how he missed the signs. Her fatigue, her dizziness, her obviously larger breast, her recent vomiting, then there was her scent. Her natural scent changed, it went from inticing, to intoxicating, a minor change yes, but a change none the less. Yet he had failed to draw the ultimate conclusion. Subconciously, his hand went from the bed, to the small round bump that was their child. Spock closed his eyes, and as he did so, he could feel a tiny light, it was a life, not very bright at the moment, but it was still there. Nyota was going to give him a child. He was going to have a child with Nyota. "You will allow your body to swell with it's growth?" He all but whispered.

"Of course Spock, why wouldn't I?" She didn't even have to think it would grow to accomedate this baby. Spock was over run with emotions...love, gratitude, nervousness, anxiousness, joy, elation, love. Though they were there, the sentiments would not leave the confines of his thoughts so easily. Spock simply settled for pulling Nyota's forehead to his, he let his lips brush hers lightly, before he allowed as much passion as he could muster, to be brought forth into the kiss. "Thank you my Nyota." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

A/N: If you read please review I really love reviews, and I do get greedy when it comes to them, good or bad, doesn't matter.