No profit/no gain. This work is not betaed. All the errors are exclusively my possessions and I have found it is very difficult to get rid of your offspring. :0)

A/N: This A/U story is back. When I posted this story in my 'Fluff' entries, it seemed to have been overlooked. Posted as a separate entity it took wings. I am grateful to all who have read and reviewed. Several persons, not realizing that the story was complete, stated they were looking forward to updates. It is a story in the making, as is 'The SFS Continues'. I will attempt to make regular quality postings to both of these.

At this point, I am not sure how far this story will go. Unfortunately, these two stories call to me in the middle of the night and drag me to my computer. I do not wish the quality of either one of these fictions to be compromised, so…if I run out of ideas, I will let you know and attempt to end gracefully.

Thank you for your interest.

Botsey

When You Wish Upon A Star

Chapter Two

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Still seated in his office, she looked up with eyes full f wonder, "You are really V1?"

He hoped that his body language did not reveal annoyance. Spock did not like to hear an already answered question restated.

"Yes, Cadet, I am. How else would I know you are T1?"

She nodded and again looked up from her seated position.

"You are not at all what I expected," was her almost whispered statement. She looked down at her feet and then into his eyes,

"I thought you were an old person. You expressed yourself with such maturity."

"Are you disappointed."

"Oh no, Oh no, on the contrary, I think we will have more in common this way."

"Indeed," was his reply.

He continued, "You of course have heard of the welcoming reception this evening. I do hope that you have planned to attend."

"I know nothing about it, or where it will take place."

"In that case, I shall pick you up outside your dormitory at nineteen hundred hours."

"Sir, this is not a date, right?"

"No Cadet, such conduct between a cadet and her instructor is strictly forbidden. My reason for making that suggestion is that I do not wish you to get lost in these unfamiliar surroundings. I am sure that after a week or so, you will need no further escorts or assistance."

Who was he fooling, certainly not himself. Of course he wished it was a date. Him walking with her, allowing him to be proud to be attached to such a person as she. Four years would have to pass before such an event could take place. With a male student body of 327 compared to the female counterpart of 120 she would immediately be seen as the most desirable, astatically pleasing, brilliant female in the class. In four years her life would be mapped out, without his inclusion in it.

He then heard her speak again, "I just wanted to make sure because I don't date. I don't ever plan to marry. One day I want to be the captain of a star ship. I must remain focused on my purpose here. .Do you find that strange?"

"Cadet, to have a purpose in life, and to remain focused on it, is not strange. All intelligent creatures are encouraged to, as Terrans say, to make their dreams come true, or as others have said, to 'wish upon a star,' It is your right, as such an endeavor is also mine."

He was aware that his statement did have a dual meaning.

"Sir, do Vulcans date?"

"No we do not."

"See, that is another area in which we find ourselves alike.

"But the reasons for that omission are different, while yours is a self-imposed, ours is a cultural one seeped in centuries of tradition."

'Purpose in life…focus…dreams come true. Her statement gave him hope. She would not give in to the flighty compliments, distasteful innuendos, untrue pleas for academic assistance, all these would fly in the face of reason for a person as grounded as Nyota Uhura. At this point he became possessive, 'his Nyota'.

She nodded, "Thank you, Sir, you are the first person to understand me in that way. Every time I mentioned it to my mother she would be reduced to tears. I hear that since my departure from home she continues to grieve my loss to her; I am her only daughter. But, parents cannot live their children's lives."

How well Spock knew this. His father's final entrance into that domain was when he, of the line of Surek, and the son of Sarek, had turned down the VSA admission's offer. There had not been a civil word between them since. But his mother's support and gratitude for his choice continuously strengthened him in his determination. His decision was not the action of a teen-age rebel, but a very well thought out plan of action, for Spock wished to visit the stars.

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At nineteen hundred hours he was standing at the bottom of the steps that led to her housing. He looked up and saw her exit, dressed in, what he surmised, was the clothing of the country of her origin. She immediately drew attention and he did indeed feel privileged to walk besides her.

"Cadet, have you found your lodging adequate?"

"Since this is my first venture outside my home territory, I have no point of reference, the rather bleak, colorless surroundings of the dormitory room were a shock to me, but I guess I am free to dress up my personal space a bit."

"That is permissible."

"My roommates is suppose to arrive tomorrow. I never had to share a bedroom with anyone. I guess in that way I am spoiled. It will require great skills to get along with a perfect stranger. I will have to view it as 'out of the classroom training', for my focus in communications. I don't even know if she will be a Terran, but, I will be as adaptable as possible."

"That is most commendable," was his observation."

"Cadet, the clothing you are wearing is native to your country?"

"Not exactly, in USA there are many diverse tribes that contain may clans. Each group might have a distinctive hat, or how to wear it or a way for a woman to wear her galee or head wrap. Different sleeves, or shape of a garment bodice can also indicate the female's tribe. Embroidery might be added to identify the person's clan. This is especially so for the women."

Spock nodded in understanding, "On Vulcan our clan script is displayed on all our garments. Many Terrans claim that we Vulcans all look alike. If they were able to read Vulcan script, our identities would not be a mystery. But we Vulcans are different individuals, from different clans and locations and do not ALL look alike."

She is on the verge of laughter when she stated, "Unfortunately, I have heard that opinion about Vulcans voiced, similar observations have been made of people of my race. But tell me, are there different ethnicities on Vulcan, or perhaps as it is called on Terra, races?"

Spock ponders the question for a moment, "Not really, we consider ourselves one people, all Vulcans or Vuhlkansu as we call ourselves. But a trip around the various areas of our planet will reveal different skin colors, in some cases eyes and hair colors might have variations. But on a whole, our ears, eyebrows and non-emotional visage lead to one conclusion-that person is a Vulcan, a V'tosh, another name that has come to identify us."

Spock is quite a bit taller than she, so she looked up and said, "We never discussed that subject when we were doing my paper. How strange it should come up now."

"Sometimes we have to be around an individual, to 'feel' comfortable bringing up certain subjects. I understand the subject of race was long a sensitive issue on Terra. The complete resolution of the problem did not find itself operative until after 'first contact.' I am indeed pleased that you find your contact with me in the flesh does not impede our ability to continue to communicate issues and concerns with one another."

As she looked up at him with a mischievous grin she said, ":As am I…V1."

"I am pleased we agree on that matter, as we agree on so many others, T1," was how he joined in her little game. He was unable to determine why, as they got closer to their destination, he found himself slowing his pace, spreading out the available time with her to its optimum.

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He held the door open and they entered the now decorated gymnasium. Flags from all the Federation members were displayed at ceiling height. In addition, smaller renditions of flags representing members of the school board, teacher, faculty and student body were also on display.

Acceptable deserts were being offered along with drinks. A podium had been sat up and music was softly playing.

"May I secure some sustenance for you?"

"Sir, were you about to get something yourself? If so, perhaps we could visit the tables together."

"That would be acceptable."

His hands were positioned behind his back as they strode to the refreshment tables.

She said, "You keep your hands behind you when you are in crowds, I realize such a position is a protection for you."

"And for others also, contact with my hands or skin will reveal thoughts to me. To another Vulcan it would mean a transference of each others thoughts through our skin and especially our fingertips. That is one form of communication common for a Vulcan. Since humans are not designed to communicate that way, with humans the affect is one way."

"Is it painful?"

"No, but if you were in pain and I made the deliberate effort to communicate with you in this way, I would experience your pain."

As Spock finished that explanation, the voice of the school's Chancellor was heard as he stood at the podium.

"Welcome Star Fleet Academy class of 2254.

His statement was followed by applause and other expressions of appreciation common to other species present.

The speaker continued, "Every year this function is planned in an effort to allow the student body and Academy staff the opportunity to meet one another. In fact, some members of this class will not see each other again until graduation. These absentees are the ones who qualified for highly specialized training. These will be shipped off to other areas where the equipment they must master is housed, there are no mock ups or models allowed for those in this specialized group.

So again, Welcome, please enjoy the refreshments, music and eventually dancing provided on this occasion." was the speaker's parting words.

Nyota stood next to Spock as she nibbled on a cookie and drank iced tea. She was approached by tall, blond male cadet, with striking ice blue eyes who said, "I have not had the chance to tell you that you are a number ten on the Richter Scale because you rock my world."

Nyota looked up at him, no really looked through him and said, "That is a poorly constructed sentence, and the sentiments are not returned."

She then looked pleadingly at Spock who initiated another conversation as he led her away to the other side of the room. As they walked, not a few heads turned to admire the two teenagers as they navigated the room.

Be that as it may, the face of the cadet who had invaded Nyota's space had been committed to memory by her escort. He will be certain to do a check on his background when he returned to his room. But he had to admit, his cadet had handled herself quite well. He relaxed his concern for her ability to deal with unwanted male attention. It appeared that at least for the foreseeable future, he would be the only male in her life, how fortunate.