I do not own… I love…
Spock placed the leftovers in the refrigeration unit quickly because he wanted to ask her a question before she submerged herself in her work. "Nyota, we need to ascertain how you could have ingested illegal barbiturates," he asked as he left the kitchen to join her on the floor of the designer living room.
"I don't know. I really don't. I eat in the common cafeteria sometimes but mostly I eat and drink with you." she said lowering the Padd and looking at him puzzled. "Although, I do share Riley's milk or some soda, over at the lab," she responded slowly. " You know, Riley said something weird a few days ago" she said, swallowing the guilt and grief of that day. "Riley had said that I wouldn't like him if I knew what he had done for her," she said, as her eyes grew larger. "But, who is "her?" she asked rhetorically. She slowly understood who "her" was but didn't want to think about "her" right now. She would confide in Spock who she though "her" was later when she had more proof.
"Curious? Cadet Riley?" Spock's right eyebrow slowly moved up. "Whomever it is and wherever they are they can not hide for long" he replied as his face turned to stone
Nyota stood and walked over to him and took his hand. "Spock, you go on duty at the Language lab in a few hours right?" she asked him seductively, and began to walk towards the bedroom.
"I seek your company as much as you appear to seek mine," he said, picking her up and kissing her before they both darted quickly to the bedroom.
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Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise
Gorkon walked slowly into the room. The High Command had ordered him to the council chambers four hours ago but he had been without female company for three weeks! The thought of a whole world of ferocious females hurling rocks and growling desires for him as he read love poetry, ducked the hurling projectiles and savagely claimed his prize was far more important than an order from the High Command.
He stopped suddenly as he realized that the chamber was almost completely empty. His eyes darted back and forth to the three humanoids that were present: Chancellor Sturka, Council Member Lorak and a fleeing Orion pirate. Gorkon watched as the Orion female made her way out of the chambers.
The Council Chambers was large and menacing. Its high backed chairs made of the toughest animal skin found on the Klingon home world was intended to show strength. There were many chairs arranged in a semicircle all placed behind a large black marble table.
"Come!" yelled Council Member Lorak, "You have kept your Chancellor waiting far too long!" as he leaned over the table pointing his short stubby finger.
Each Klingon was dressed in ceremonial robes indicating what rank and level of government they held. Gorkon was impressed by the sheer opulence of the great hall but not the men behind the table. "The High Command wished to see me. It did not give a time, like a group of school children lining up for lunch!" he raged, as he looked around suspiciously. "Where is the rest of the Council?"
Council Member Lorak started to respond harshly, his eyes bugged out but was silenced with one wave of a more powerful hand. "Still, Lorak!" the Chancellor growled as he turned to Gorkon and watched as he moved towards the center of the floor.
"Welcome Gorkon, we have a delicate mission for you. You see, there is a Klingon conspirator working against us and we need you to find him and finish him, for the greater good of the empire!" he said in hushed tones.
"A Klingon spy?" Gorkon asked, "How? Why? And more importantly Who?" as he spoke he reached for his dagger signaling the need to kill the traitor.
"We know how. The same way they were placed on Earth is the same way you will be, the Orions will transport you to the Federation home world. The why is more suspect. We believe he is working with a counter terrorist organization. We would welcome this, as the enemy of my enemy is my friend, except we believe he is working for a profit, not for the glory of the empire!" the Chancellor continued roughly. " Now the who, we do not know but he must have a great family because it would take many connections to achieve what he has in the year since we discovered this treachery!"
Gorkon stood processing the information. "Stop!" he said slowly, "Did you say, The Federation Home World!" his eyes narrowing at the two men. "What shall I be? A Captain, an Admiral? What?" he laughed as he spoke, mocking the men sitting across from him.
Council Member Lorak leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, with a large smirk on his face he simply stated, "A Federation Cadet" and took great joy in watching Gorkon's face fall into total disbelief.
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Save Tonight- Eagle Eye Cherry
Spock leaned over and kissed his fiancé. "I must depart for the Language Lab Nyota. I will see you in the morning," he stated as he stood to look at his love. She was playfully pouting but she knew he had a duty and she respected him for it. Really, she wanted to be in Lab with him. She missed the work and the worlds and their languages. Lying on the bed using her elbows to hold her body up, she had the sheets pulled up around her bare chest, reveling her delicate shoulders. He thought she looked pleasing and wished he could capture the image forever.
"One more" she said to him and motioned for another kiss, which he granted freely. "Okay, now leave before I hold you down and not let you go," she said teasing him.
"Nyota, although you are a fierce and skilled fighter, I can not believe that you feel you are strong enough to hold me down," he stated dryly and turned and walked out of the room.
Nyota smiled, laying back down and thought about how lucky she was to have him. But before she could finish her thought, Spock walked back in the room, lifted her head and kissed her hard. Looking deep into her eyes he whispered, "Not unless I want you to." Leaving her breathless, he walked out of the bedroom.
Grabbing his coat, he walked out of the suite and took the elevator down to the lobby of the hotel but before he made it to the door the front clerk ran up behind him, "Commander Spock?" the desk clerk said privately "You have a confidential message, sir" and passed him a Star Fleet communication packet.
Spock nodded and accepted the communication. He quickly walked to the curb and watched as the doorman signaled a cab for the Vulcan. It was around 20:00 hours and already very dark. Spock sat in the cab and opened up the communication. It was a small com device with an earpiece attachment. He carefully placed the earpiece in position and pressed play.
"Commander Spock, you are ordered to this location immediately. Bring no one and tell no one. No need to bring clothing, you should be returning within 24 hours from now. Starfleet Command. Out." Spock sat still; he listened to the communication twice and then ordered the taxi to take him away from the Academy. He ordered the cab in the opposite direction, to the airport.
As the taxi made the necessary corrections, Spock called the hotel and then Nyota's personal cell phone "Hello, you miss me already?" she said teasing him. She had already gotten up and slipped on her nightclothes so she could work on her homework some more. But as soon as Spock spoke she knew there was something wrong.
"Nyota, I have been deployed. I can not give you anymore information." He spoke straightforward
Nyota slowly sat down and curled on the couch. "When? Now?" she said to him lovingly. He was, after all, a military man and these things happen.
"Yes, Now," he said more slowly than he should have. She understood, he didn't want to go either. "I have secured the room for another 24 hours. Rest, do you promise?" he asked sharply.
Nyota closed her eyes and tried to burn the sound of his voice into her memory. "Yes, I promise. If you promise to come back to me as soon as you can" she said softly. She was proud of him being so important to Starfleet but missed him already.
Spock was silent and then simply replied, " I will strive to do my best to return to you quickly, my Nyota." And the communication ceased.
Spock sat back slowly, his left eyebrow in a high arch. What would the Federation want with me at this particular location? Is it symbolic? He thought to himself and began to run the different scenarios in his head.
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Usher - You Make Me Wanna
Gaila and Kirk walked arm in arm. "Great game Kirk." She said with more reserve than she normally would for a Homecoming game. But Kirk didn't notice, he was feeling the same way. He missed Uhura as much as Gaila did.
"Call her," he said, turning to Gaila. "Call her, I bet you she misses us as much as we miss her. Call her," he said, removing his personal communication device from his leather jacket.
Gaila slowly took the phone and dialed the numbers hoping that Uhura would answer her personal device. "Hello?" Nyota asked sadly, "Hello, Gaila is that you?" the voice became more chipper.
"Hey Girl! How are you feeling? I miss you so much!" she sang, smiling at Kirk through the moonlight. Kirk looked as happy as Gaila did and signaled to her to include him in the conversation but Gaila was too preoccupied with what Uhura was saying.
"You want me to come over?" Gaila asked, "Let me run and get some nightclothes! Oh, is there a pool there? Yes, Great! I'll see ya in an hour. Yep, I know where it is." she said and hung the phone up. Smiling, she kissed Kirk quickly. "I've got to go. I'm heading over to Uhura's suite. Her man had to go out of town or somewhere and she doesn't want to be alone," she said, as she moved quickly towards her dorm room.
"Her suite?" Kirk asked quietly. "I'm going with you!" he added hastily. "It's too late to let you go all by yourself." And before she could tell him no he pulled her to him and held her. "I've already almost lost my dear friend Uhura, I couldn't bare to lose you too." Looking into her eyes to see if she believed him, he could tell she did. "Go get your nightclothes. I'll grab something to sleep in, just in case you ladies want a big, strong man to protect you through the night."
Kirk turned and ran down the street. He did not wait for confirmation. Kirk grabbed his underwear, jogging suit and swimwear. There was no school tomorrow, because of the homecoming game, so he hoped to make a day of it.
Running swiftly, he passed up the multiple partygoers and met Gaila outside of her dorm room. "Ready?" she asked him lovingly. He had never heard her use that tone of voice with him.
"Ready," he said curious about the intonation that he was unfamiliar with. "Are you getting a cold or something? Your voice sounds funny," he said, looking at her sideways
"No, I've never been better," she said, without looking him into his eyes. She couldn't because if she had, her eyes would have told her brain to tell her tongue to confess that for the first time in her life, she loved a man. A man who acknowledged his love by caring enough to want to protect me. It was his way of loving me. She thought, this man, this human man and his name is James T. Kirk.
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Girls just want to have fun – Cindy Lauper
Arriving at the hotel Kirk let out a long whistle, "Who in the hell is her boyfriend, Donald Trump the XX?" he said and turned to help Gaila out of the taxi.
"No questions Kirk." Gaila shot him a look, "You're not even supposed to be here. So zip it!" she said poking her finger into his chest and then patting the injury lovingly. "Come on, big poppa, let's go," she said handing over her overnight bag to Kirk.
Struggling with the bags he managed to pay the taxi driver without falling over. "Gaila? Wait. Gaila! What floor?" he yelled before he lost sight of her altogether as she sauntered through the revolving doors.
Gaila turned and made her way back to him. She took the smallest bag and kissed him on the cheek. "The Penthouse, of course!" she said as if it was the stupidest question she had ever heard.
Gaila and Kirk knocked on the door. She was expecting Gaila as the front desk had signaled that her guests were here but Kirk was a surprise. "Oh my God, guys! I've missed you so much" she said, hugging first Gaila and then Kirk.
Gaila walked quickly in to admire the fine furnishings of the suite but Kirk stood in the doorway holding on to Uhura. He really was concerned for her plus he had always felt that her body fit his so perfectly together. "Ahem?" Uhura said smiling, trying to pull away from his embrace. "Let me go so you can come in," she responded to his grip with a loving plea.
"Oh, sorry, I was just so worried." Kirk said picking up the bags and walking in the room. Only then did he notice the grandeur of the suite in which he had been allowed to enter. Kirk sat the bags by the couch, "Uhura, may I use your bathroom?" he said, "If I can find it! This place is huge!"
Uhura pointed to the right, "Yes, that way," she laughed and watched as he walked spinning for the effect to show how large the room was.
When Kirk was securely in the bathroom Uhura walked over and punched Gaila in the arm, whispering to her while her eyes were blazing with anger. "What the hell is he doing here? Does he know?!" she furiously asked, waiting for an answer.
"Ouch!" Gaila replied rubbing her arm. "Hey, I'm fragile!" she replied, and then rolled her eyes. "I couldn't say no to him. I just couldn't" she said as Uhura pulled her away from the bathroom and into the kitchen. "He wouldn't let me come alone. He cares about me," she said lovingly, making doe eyes towards the bathroom.
"Does he know?" Uhura questioned quickly, as she could hear the toilet flush.
Gaila looked as though she was offended, "You know I would never tell, ever!" and turned as if to leave but Uhura threw her arms around her friend and hugged her from behind.
"Okay, okay, I'm a bitch and I am sorry. I just got him back and he is gone again. " she whispered into Gaila's red flaming hair.
Gaila slowly turned around, "No, I'm sorry. I should have called to make sure it was okay. That was rude of me. Do you forgive me?" she whispered back
Two large muscular arms rapped around both women. "I need a hug too!" Kirk sang as he pretended to cry, forcing the woman to laugh.
"Come on, I'll give you the tour." Uhura replied after Kirk let the women go. Walking around the suite the threesome finally made it to the bedroom.
"Gaila, you and I can sleep here." she said pointing to the bed and stopped Gaila from sitting on it. "But not yet, I need to change the sheets," she advised, feeling her face grow hot and moving away quickly. "Kirk you can sleep on the couch, unless you are going out to all the thousands of Homecoming parties they are having" she said sarcastically as she walked to the door.
Kirk stepped up and stood in a superman pose. "And leave you two ladies here to sleep in the same bed together and me not be a witness to such blessings from the gods. Uh, hell no!"
Uhura shook her head, "You are such a pig." She laughed and went to call for some fresh sheets leaving Gaila a Kirk all alone in the bedroom.
Kirk was still looking around when Gaila was on him! She kissed him softly, lovingly as her pheromones were working overtime. Her hands in his hair, on his back to his butt they seemed to go where ever they pleased. Kirk's thoughts, once on who is mystery man that was wealthy enough to afford to own a Penthouse, was now concentrating on the sex kitten in front of him.
"Ahem? Excuse ME!" Uhura chortled loudly, diverting her eyes from the display of desire that was before her.
Gaila pulled away reluctantly, Kirk had to work harder to stop the lust train from moving forward. "Sorry," Gaila said and began to remove the duvet cover from the bed and help Uhura change the sheets. Kirk walked out of the room. The two ladies didn't know where he had gone until they heard the shower come on.
All three sat around, ate popcorn and watched an old fashioned space fantasy movie Gaila had gabbed from some rental place, called Star Wars. Kirk, on his belly, thought it was a great old time movie. The girls just enjoyed being together.
"Uhura," Gaila asked softly. "I know it's late but, when is the last time you flat ironed your hair?" and watched as Uhura squealed and nodded happily.
Gaila jumped up and quickly bought back the sonic flat iron. "Sit on the floor. Between my legs" Gaila sang.
Kirk, who had been completely immersed in the movie suddenly, sat up straight, "Between whose legs!" he bawled quickly. He watched as Gaila and Uhura laughed at his abrupt behavior towards anything that could be remotely sexual. He didn't mind them laughing at him. He loved to she her smile. He thought to himself, There can not be one man in the whole of time as lucky as he is right now. The laughter of his lover and friend and the laughter of his friend and desired one together, no one is this lucky.
"Hey, I want to be a member of the 'Make Uhura Gorgeous Party!" he said, as he sat up and turned his whole body towards the directions of the ladies.
"No way you're getting near my hair!" she yelled with laughter as he moved closer to her. She began to kick her feet and squeal at him, losing a house shoe in the process.
Kirk grabbed her foot and began to tickle it. "Stop! no!" she screamed with delight, "No, NO!" but she was afraid to move too much as Gaila had the flat iron very close to her face.
"Cut it out before you make me burn her!" Gaila said, smiling. "Listen, go to my bag and grab a small pink makeup case and bring it here."
Uhura looked concerned as Kirk dropped her foot allowing the heel to come in to smart contact with the floor. "Ouch, Damn you, Kirk," she spat as she watched him look smug at her.
"He is not doing my makeup!" she said matter of factly as she watched him come back into the room.
"Open it up and take out the nail polish, Kirk." Gaila ordered, as she was carefully flat ironing the first long piece of hair.
"Okay," Kirk said, "Now what?" he looked befuddled at the display of accessories available to him.
Gaila looked down at the table. "Uh blue, no black, open up the black nail polish and start to paint her nails.
Kirk looked uncertain. "Um, excuse me – Balls– a- hanging not eggs- a- hatching" he said, as masculine as he could.
"You said you wanted to help, so shut up and help!" Gaila replied snapping her finger at him and pointing to the polish.
Uhura followed suit and threw her hand out, in an overt gesture of "Here and Now" and watched, trying to keep a straight face, as Kirk unscrewed the polish lid. Following careful directions given to him by the females in the room, he began to polish Uhura fingernails with loving care.
Kirk was the first to bring up the subject. "Uhura, do you know who could have wanted to drug you?" as he started on the second hand.
"Well, I have my reasons to think it's Nurse Chapel" she said quickly then looked carefully at Gaila from the corner of her eye.
Kirk stopped painting her nails abruptly, "Doc's Head Nurse Chapel? Why in the hell would she want to poison you?" he asked looking deeply in her eyes.
Gaila spoke up quickly, "She has her reasons. But, in all my research, although this was a medical drug, I wouldn't know how she would be able to get her hands on it. Not even the Doc could get his hands on this stuff."
"Yes, that's the same thing I came up with, Uhura. I don't think she could have gotten it. Not easily, anyway." Kirk said, turning back to the task at hand
"You don't know her like I do." Uhura spat. "Kirk, could you do me a favor? Stay close to Riley, I think that he may know something," she said, watching Kirk clean off a little of the fingernail polish that had gone astray.
"Can do – Nervous Riley, right?" he inquired, as he released her hand for inspection.
"Right" she replied, blowing lightly on her fingers.
"Now do her toes." Gaila said, working her way to the other side of her hair.
Uhura looked at Kirk, "You don't have to. Really, my feet are a mess." she confessed, embarrassed by the state of her feet. Because the female cadets wore boots most of the time she had neglected her feet for a month and had missed her appointment because she was in the hospital. They were not awful just not something she wanted to show off.
Kirk glanced at Gaila and watched as she shook her head silently. "There is lotion in the big bag. Rub that on her feet and then up her leg. Messaging her leg as you go. When you're done, paint her toes," Gaila said, giving him direct orders.
Kirk saluted, stood and left to get the lotion. While he was gone Gaila spoke up. "Have you told Spock about your suspicions?" whispering in Uhura's ear.
"No, not yet. How would that look? I almost lost Spock accusing him of being with her. I can't bring her up now. It would just look like I was retaliating." She moaned softly and then began to chew on her lip.
"It is yellow or white?" Kirk yelled from the bedroom where he had placed Gaila's overnight bag.
"Yellow!" Gaila rang out. Bending down low again Gaila whispered, "As soon as you find out something let him know, okay. I'll start digging also." She leaned up and looked at her work.
"I think I'm done." Gaila reported as she turned off the flat iron. "Now lets wrap it so you will be beautiful tomorrow. Where is your scarf?" she asked as she threw her leg over Uhura's head and stood up slowly stretching as she did so.
"Oh, I don't think Spock could find it. I'll just braid it in two French braids." she said, looking at Gaila apologetically as she started to rise.
Gaila signaled for her to sit. " I've got some rubber bands in my bag, hold on." Gaila boasted turning to retrieve the items and passing Kirk in the process.
Kirk sat down on the floor and took Uhura's foot and gently placed it on his thigh as he watched her braid her long hair. She was wearing a burnt orange two-piece short and top night set. With her hair in pigtails, she sort of resembled the old label of Native American. He chuckled to himself. People hadn't used titles to separate their races since the first Vulcan set foot on the planet. After meeting and understanding that there were aliens outside of the planet, humans decided that those silly little difference like skin color were moot. You are identified by your county of origin but the only race on the forms the government had you fill out was "Human or Non Human".
"Here ya go baby." Gaila sang as she returned with the rubber bands for the end of Uhura hair. "I'm going to take my shower." Walking over to kiss Kirk quickly, she purred. "See you in a minute." and walked seductively to the bathroom taking her over night bag with her.
Kirk and Uhura sat in silence before Uhura found the wherewithal to ask if he wanted to listen to music since the movie had long been over. "Sure, something soft" he said, "The football game's high is over and I need to come down." he replied, as he turned the lotion bottle upside down and shook some out on his hands.
Uhura searched through the channel until she found a classical channel she and Spock liked to listen to. "Negative" Kirk sang quickly. Uhura tried again, soft jazz "Negative" rolling her eyes, Uhura tried a third time, smooth 20th century soul, "Yes, that's it. Right there." Kirk replied, and placed the lotion on her legs.
Uhura let out a gasp, "Damn that was cold!" she replied, as Kirk placed his hand on her legs and looked wide eyed at her.
"Sorry, Sorry" he cried softly, "Let me warm it up for you." And he took some of the lotion and placed it in his hands and rubbed his hands together before smoothing it on her leg. This time the response was a soft smile.
Uhura's back was on the seat of the couch, her bottom on the floor, she grabbed the couch pillow and placed it behind her head. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to float away with the music.
Kirk rubbed the lotion in time with the music. If the rhythm was slow so were his movements. If the rhythm was fast so was he, perfect timing and the perfect massage. Kirk's hands would slide up her leg past her well-defined muscles and on to her lower thigh, and then return slowly. Uhura, with her eyes closed, only thought of Spock. Wishing he were the one giving the massage. Kirk was exactly were he wanted to be and with whom he wanted to be with.
After the massage was over, Kirk stood and washed his hands. "Kirk" Uhura called out to him. "Thank you" she said sweetly.
"For what, my beauty?" he asked, as he sat down and took one of her feet and placed it back on his thigh.
"For being such a great friend. I didn't think you had it in you but you proved me wrong tonight." she said, and then leaned in to kiss him on the cheek but he wasn't ready for it. He turned to ask if she wanted the black or blue polish. Their lips met.
Uhura pulled away quickly but it was plain that Kirk wanted more. "I'm sorry," she stammered quickly, "I was going for your cheek," biting her lip and looking down.
Kirk could have said or done a million things but his heart got the best of him, "Never apologize for giving me something that I have wanted for so long." He smiled. "If being your friend means receiving kisses like that then I am your friend for life," he joked as he moved both eyebrows up and down.
Uhura smiled and kicked at him. "The black" she said, laughing through the embarrassment.
"Then black it is." Kirk said and reached for the polish. He knew the kiss was an accident but sometimes fate placed people together accidentally. Maybe fate was planting a seed. He thought to himself as he hid his true feelings about his beauty.
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Robbie Williams – Millennium
The orders followed to the letter, Spock arrived at his destination with in a two-hour window. A private military plane was waiting on him and arrived with great speed and accuracy.
There was a black federation vehicle waiting for him upon arrival. "This way Commander, my name is Lieutenant Neddy. I'll be driving you tonight, sir." she stated dryly. Spock nodded and sat stiffly in the back seat. This was not the first time he had been called by the Federation, just the first time he had been called alone and he was uneasy.
The car travel was almost as long as the plane ride but within two hours he had arrived. The driver opened the door and Spock made his way towards the simple looking building with a simple black medal framed door. It was uncomplicated and easily missed by a passerby but he knew federation design easily.
The car pulled away before Spock had made it to the door. He placed his hand up against the scanner and the door slowly opened. He walked in and followed the pulsating lights that were on the wall signaling which way he was to go.
At the end of the signal was a red door, the markings of which Spock was uncertain about but he could not turn back now. He stood for only a moment when the hallway in which he stood went black and immediately white light rode up and down his body. It took him seconds to realize he was being scanned. He 'centered' himself and waited for the scan to finish and prepared for the worst. He was unarmed but equipped to do full combat if needed!
The hallway light blazed brightly as the scan finished. The bright light would have blinded an Earthman but not a Vulcan. The bright sun of his home world had caused the Vulcan's to have a double inner lid that protects the inner eye. Unflinching, he watched the door slide open, faltering for just one moment he was reluctant but understood his duty and walked in.
Through the door was a simple office. No bells, No whistles. Very Vulcan, Spock thought and quickly removed it. Behind the oversized desk was a very large leather chair completely turned around. Spock knew someone was sitting in that chair and he waited.
"Commander Spock reporting, sir." Spock replied to the stranger behind the desk.
"Welcome Commander Spock." A friendly southern voice spoke as smoke billowed from where it originated.
Spock watched closely as the chair slowly turned around. "Thank you for coming as ordered. My name is Admiral Philips. I am the one you seek."
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