Chapter Nine:
"A break? And I thought Mr. Spock was a cruel taskmaster that worked you until you couldn't work any more," Nyota had told Pavel over the phone the night before, "And since you're young, it would be weeks until that happened."
That morning, Nyota had showed up at his door and had dragged him into her car. "We're going to the mall today, bitch. You've got three days to redo your wardrobe for Scotty," she said, winking.
"What? What! Okay, one, do not call me a bitch when you clearly am my bitch, and two, what's wrong with my clothes?" Pavel asked as he slid in to the passenger side of Nyota's red car.
"Oh no, Pasha. Remember when we were on opposite teams during dodge ball? I hit you so hard with the ball, and next time you got a chance, you missed me when you had a clear shot!" Nyota replied.
"… We've never played any of the games in gym. We just walk around the track and talk about random shit," Pavel pointed out.
"Before eighth grade, Pasha," Nyota replied, flicking him lightly behind his ear. "About your wardrobe!" she shouted before Pavel could retaliate, "Though it is cute, it needs to be cuter. I want to see you both blushing maniacally when he sees you!"
"What! I don't—" he stopped when he saw Nyota give him a look when they stopped at a freshly turned red light. "Okay… I do blush maniacally around him. You got me."
"Isn't wonderful to work side-by side with your idol? And because you work for them, I get to ogle Len more often," Nyota said, staring off into space, and, because of that, having to pound on the gas pedal a few seconds after the light turned green again.
Pavel was reminded of Len kissing Hikaru a few days before,, but said nothing. He just chuckled lightly to himself as Nyota swore at the car behind her, who had "honked her out of her daydream about Len McCoy because he was in a hurry."
Once they were at the mall, Nyota and Pavel walked in hand in hand, though most of the patrons though they were two girls and not a male and a female. They grooved out to the music playing for a while until they got bored and walked into the first clothing boutique they could find that had Pavel's simplistic yet cute style of clothing.
After a day of shopping and eating and driving around, Nyota and Pavel returned to Nyota's house, where they disappeared into her basement room and turned up the music. They sat with their backs against the wall as they discussed school things like Nyota's midterm scores and how finals were going to suck for her in her biology class. Finally, Nyota moved to inspect the clothes they had bought. Most of the articles were for Pavel, with a few exceptions; a belt here, a necklace there…
"Omigod, Pasha. I wish wish wish I could be there when Scotty sees you in these new outfits!" she cooed, grabbing on to Pavel's arm with a vice-like grip.
"Ow! Jeez, Nyota! You know I'm going t mix-and-match old with new, right?" he asked, trying to pull himself out of her embrace.
She held on tight, even as Pavel fell on his back and she was above him in a compromising position. They giggled uncontrollably, Nyota perfectly aware that a relationship between her and Pavel was nil, and Pavel not even noticing it was a compromising position. Nyota helped him up and sighed, "Fine. Be that way. Actually…" she thought for a second, "the pink button down over your faded red shirt would look nice… and that new yellow scarf? Yes… Scotty won't be able to take his eyes off you! Couple that with those tight jeans we got you—"
"You forced me to buy," Pasha corrected, but the dark-skinned beauty was hardly listening.
"—and Scotty will be staring at your well defined package or your ass at any given interval…" she finished, grinning at Pavel.
"NYOTA UHURA!" Pavel screeched, falling face-first into the comforter to hide his blush.
Nyota laughed, "There, there, Pasha-dear," she cooed, rubbing his back, "We all can't be totally courageous enough to jump our crushes bones. Mmm… Bones," she said.
Pavel looked at her and crooked one eyebrow higher than the other, "I could introduce you two, you know…"
Nyota giggled, "Honey, I've been 'shipping him and Hikaru since I got into that band. Kirk and Spock's looks to each other aren't so innocent either…" she said.
"Right… bandslash. I forget you were into that stuff…" Pavel replied, sitting back up. "Turn up that song, will ya?"
The Brothers Grimm's version of 'The Beat Goes On' was playing.
They jumped off the bed and rocked out to their anthem. When it ended, they returned to the bed, where Nyota continued the conversation: "I have living proof that bandslash is real, hon. You and Scotty. The song-writer and second guitarist…"
She squealed quite loudly and swooned a little.
And the bass guitarist and the drummer… thought Pavel quickly as he returned his head to the comforter and breathed out, his eyes now on the wall next to them. "You are a weirdo," was his heavily accented reply.
"It's because you're so cute and he's so stoic and…" she began to pant lightly, "I think I have to write a fic about this," she said, and grabbed her laptop.
Pavel flipped over to his back and pushed himself up using his arms, "Come on, Nyota! I'm right here!"
"Shush. Scotty just commented on your perfectly picked out outfit and is undressing you with his eyes," Nyota replied.
Pavel scoffed and covered his face with his hands, "Thanks, Nyota. I love you too!"
When Pavel got home that night, he was red-faced, out of breath, and itching to make some new songs just in case the Brothers Grimm needed them. Nyota had read her entire one-shot out loud to him, making him blush… a lot. Nyota was a wonderful writer, being a linguist and all, but the things she wrote, though not at all pornographic, were certainly risqué, to say the least.
When he got inside, he joined his Auntie for dinner, and then retired to his attic bedroom to write songs and see which one of them he could record as an actual song.