A/N: God I am so sorry—! I swear that none of you will never have any idea how bad I feel for this next chapter to take over THREE MONTHS to go up! D: There have been a lot of family problems, and personal problems and just life in general. So…I know no excuse is truly a good excuse, but this is my excuse. I hope you all understand.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek…. If I did, there'd be a lot of yaoi, more embarrassing mothers, and a bunch of other awesome crap. XD OH! Also, if I owned it, I would have convinced the reboot cast to have done a TV series already, and also come up with a TV series already for them to be in. XP

I also do not own the song. It is African in origin, but I do not know if anyone even owns the rights to it or not. You might recognize it, though—It's from 'Might Joe Young'!

There was a nudge.

"Mama…."

Then there was another nudge.

"Mama, please wake up…."

Yet again there was a nudge, but a sniffle as well following. The voice also sounded more chocked, as well as less controlled, then before. So, that prompted M'Umbha Uhura to open her eyes to the dimly-lit area of her and her husband's bedroom. Looking around in a slight daze, the woman's eyes would soon focus on that of her thirteen year old daughter…. Mere moments after that focus did the woman's eyes really zero-in upon the younger's tear stained cheeks and puffy, red eyes.

"Oh, my sweet binti, what's wrong?" (*) Upon questioning this, the mother would open her arms and her daughter, Nyota Uhura, would instantly crawl into the bed and into her mother's embrace.

For a long while, there was no whisper from the young teen, only silence and soft sniffles as she was seemingly trying to calm herself down. Finally, after almost ten minutes of her mother rubbing a gentle hand up and down her back, the other hand carding through her hair, did young Nyota respond.

"I had a nightmare, Mama."

"Oh, sweetheart… what was it about?"

The only response was silence, and M'Umbha was preparing for another long stretch of silence…. At least, until the one cradled within her arms softly whispered, "Of Baba dying, Mama…."(*) That shocked the elder of two Uhura women present, but slowly she would inquire in a quiet tone, "My baby…. What could possibly make you have dreams of your father dying so suddenly?"

"It's the fourth of January, Mama. The Kelvin Incident…. Baba was on the ship, Mama."

"Yes, binti, I know that and you were two at the time. But your father is alive and well... This never gave you bad dreams before, so what has brought them on?"

"Kids at school, they…."

Her daughter trailing off after mentioning kids at school being the cause made the mother's eyes harden at what those brats had possibly done, but soon she prompted her to continue, "What did they do, Nyota?"

"They… t-they said that…. That if B-baba knew what a prissy, annoying, smart-punda, kidogo bitch I'd grow up to be when I was two that he would have stayed on the ship to die with the acting captain just… j-just so he wouldn't have to be stuck with me." (*) With those words forced out, the young girl would have a sob escape her.

Mentally, M'Umbha cursed. Mombasa had been a perfect place for raising Nyota…. Kids there were never cruel. But here in Nairobi cruelty in children seemed to come by the dozen. Why did they have to move at the beginning of this year? If they hadn't, her sweet daughter wouldn't be put through the taunting and bullying she has been. Speaking of her daughter…

"Oh, Nyota…. My beautiful, little Nyota, you know that's not true. Your father, as well as I, we love you very much. You shouldn't let those words get to you."

"I know, but… I-It still hurts, Mama."

Oh, my sweet, young binti…. Those words thought, she'd simply hold her daughter closer and murmur sweet-nothings to her in Swahili like she used to when her daughter scraped her knee, or got scared, when she was younger. Soon, the woman was pulled from her thoughts as twos of the most innocent questions in existence was asked, "Mama, can you sing me a lullaby? Can I sleep in bed with you?"

"Oh course, my little star-light. Of course I can."

There would be a few moments of silence, soft humming at first, but then the elder two female's voices would begin to wharf through the room like the scent of the sweetest dessert.

"Imba wimbo wa upepo, wakati unajiwa na. Imba wimbo wa upepo, wakati ndoto tamu. Lala, mpaka usiku uisheni. Upepo wa usiku, wimbo wanko na. Wimbo wangu, inaendelea… milele."

Looking down, it would be noticed that the thirteen year-old, though slowly growing more drowsy and with eyes barely opened… she was still awake. So, the mother repeated the lyrics, but in the English translation.

"Sing a song, and for a moment, you will be visited by the wind. Sing a song, and for a moment, dream sweetly of the wind. Sleep now until the night is dawn—the wind and the night song, they are there. However the song, my child, will go on forever…."

A mere hour later from the meeting he had been attending finally over, Alhamisi Uhura would come home with all intents of getting into his bed once stripping down to his undergarments and hug up with his wife. Unfortunately, he hadn't expected his daughter to already be the snuggle partner of the women he wed. Walking closer to the bed in the dark room, he'd raise his eyes at faint tear-trails still upon his little-girl's cheeks. The male would state, but then shrug to himself before moving about the room until he had finally finished the task of stripping himself of his uniform and changing into a pair of sweat pants.

The middle-aged man would ask his lover what had brought their child to tears tomorrow while the young teen was at a friend's house. For tonight Alhamisi simply weaseled into bed next to his girls, gently wrapped his beautiful Nyota and loving M'Umbha into his arms, and drift off to sleep. And in the calm of the night, animals would make their usual sounds and calls as the wind would gently kiss their skins through the cracked-open window.

A/N #2: Again, so sorry for the wait! I swear the next chapter will be up much quickly, a week or two at most and*que drum-roll* its Scotty's and his Mom's turn! :D

Please, read and review! I really love reviews and readers… and ones who favorite as well. XD

A/N #3: Sometime this week or next I should be publishing the start of a Spirk fanfiction upon my profile, and maybe a couple others, but I'm not sure if I'll have them all done that soon or yet. The story that is for sure going to start this or next week shall be called "You Are My One and Only." Be on the look-out, guys and gals! Until the next chapter or story—!*flies off upon rainbow waves*

Translations:

binti — Swahili for 'daughter'

Baba — Swahili for 'father/dad/daddy'

punda — Swahili for 'ass'

kidogo — Swahili for 'little'