Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Star Trek. But I wish I did!
AN: New chapter yay! I hope you are liking my story so far, and please do know that I can't update all the time because of homework, though I might update instead of doing homework. ; ) Oh well, let's continue...
Heading to class the next morning, I was a little nervous. Not because my new classes were difficult; I expected that. I was worried because I would have to make a good impression on not only that particular professor that had so interested me, but a half dozen others as well.
My first few classes went well. I sat toward the front of the class; as was my tendency to do so, and had liked my new professors more than I'd hoped I would. But it was Professor Spock that I was truly worried about, and not only because he taught two of my hardest classes. I was worried because I believed I was becoming attracted to this man I had never spoken to, and knew only by sight and reputation. I worried how this personal attraction would affect my work.
I walked into my first class with him, Romulan syntax, with these worries layered thick on my mind. But just below the surface of those worries, I was excited to hear him speak and lecture so to be able to get to know him better. I sat near the front, despite my fears, as I believed you could learn better if you sat closer to the instructor.
The class filed in slowly, and by the time everyone was there, the bell was about to ring, with no sign of Professor Spock. The bell rang, and with it in walked Professor Spock. Setting his standard, nondescript, regulation metal briefcase on his desk, he walked up to the podium and said, in a clear, baritone voice, "I am Professor Spock, and I shall be teaching two courses this year, Romulan and Vulcan syntax. This course, however, is Romulan syntax, which is very different from the language of Vulcan. There are many examples of this throughout the Romulan language..."
As he carried out his lecture, though I was paying strict attention and was taking detailed notes on my PADD, I could also watch the way his lips moved, his voice hypnotic, smooth, and sultry. Though he spoke very formally, he had a way of speaking that made anything he said sound like beautiful poetry.
Though throughout the class he betrayed no emotion, I could read him through his open eyes. He had his stoic mask of Vulcan indifference upon his face, but his eyes were fathomless dark pools of emotions just bubbling under the surface. I could tell he enjoyed the subject he was teaching and actually knew a lot on the subject. I could listen and watch him teach all day.
When class ended, I got my things together slowly, wanting to speak with my professor about his other class (which I was taking, but I wouldn't tell him that) and the standards he would hold to his students. I went up to his desk, a little nervous. He looked up. Why whenever he looks at me chill run up my spine? Steeling myself, I looked him straight in the eye, and smiled at him. He spoke first. "Yes, Cadet..." leaving the sentence open ended so I could speak next. "Uhura, sir. I found your class quite interesting and would like to ask a few questions about the other class you would be teaching, Vulcan syntax?" He answered, expression not changing, "Of course, I welcome any questions you might wish to ask me. What are your questions, Cadet Uhura?" I loved the way he said my name.... No! I mustn't get distracted by his beautiful dark brown eyes.... nor the curve of his lips as he spoke my name.... Mentally shaking myself, I asked, "Will this class and the other be spoken entirely in the language that is taught after the first session? Also, will the other course be held to the same standards you expressed this class?" He answered, "Yes, I expect excellence in all of my students, no matter the course. And, yes, the rest of each course will be spoken entirely in the language that is taught. I must ask, why are you asking about the Vulcan course?" I answered, "I am in your other class, and was wondering if the same standards were held." He said, "It is illogical to ask if the same standards were upheld if you had already experienced my class once."
He went on, not pausing, "Am I correct in assuming that you are a xenolinguistics major, Cadet Uhura?" I answered, smiling, "You would be correct, sir." He replied, " I hope you prove to be a most accomplished student, Cadet Uhura. As I have expressed before, I expect complete excellence in my students." He stood up, gathering his things. Our conversation had not lasted more then a few minutes. "Good day, Cadet Uhura. I shall see you in class." He switched to Vulcan, to test me I assume. "Good day, professor, I shall see you in class." I echoed him, wincing at my pronunciation, which sound terrible after his crisp formal words. "Quite good, Cadet Uhura, though you need to refine your pronunciation." He said, looking back as he left the room, leaving me breathless.
She had been just as beautiful as that night at the bar. Though I know I can't be affected by this, I found myself lingering on the beauty of her eyes, her dazzling smile. She had affected me even more up close than she had at a distance. Though it was completely against regulations, I was beginning to become very attracted to her, though I had shown her no sign of this. As I walked away from her, I looked back and said, in response to her reply, "Quite good, Cadet Uhura, though you need to refine your pronunciation." I am quite looking forward to my next classes with her.
AN: I love writing from Spock's POV! Hope you enjoyed that. Will update soon, though not as fast as before, need to get some more ideas. Might write a few one shots though. Please R&R!
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