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The Opposite of Logic

by Kristen Elizabeth

Much later that night, long after his father had left, Spock found a quiet spot in the middle of T'Lan's garden and sat down with the communicator. Steeling himself for whatever news lay ahead, he pressed a button to call up the latest recorded message.

Jim Kirk's voice boomed out into the silent night.

"Spock...I mean...Ambassador Spock. I probably shouldn't be contacting you like this, but since you didn't tell me that I couldn't...well...you know me, right? The Enterprise just ran into a quantum filament. We've been hit pretty bad. Lots of damage and injuries. Casualties. And...it could get even worse.

"I don't know if you're keeping tabs on our Spock, but if you aren't then you probably don't know that he's left Starfleet. Yeah, you heard that right. He's taken a leave of absence to get married and repopulate your species. Believe me, I told him he didn't have to get married to do that, but he's got all these archaic ideas about it, like the kid's gonna turn out wrong if he's not with its mother.

"Which makes what I'm going to tell you next even more...complicated. See, before he left the Enterprise, he sort of...well...let's just say, he's already going to be a dad...and not by the Vulcan he's marrying. Maybe you knew Nyota Uhura in your lifetime, maybe you didn't, but our Spock sure does. And now she's having his baby and he doesn't know and he's married to someone else and I'm not allowed to tell him anything about it!

"When we hit the quantum filament, Uhura was injured pretty badly. She's unconcious and she might be going into labor way too early. Bones...Dr. McCoy is trying to stop it, but the problem is that he isn't sure what needs to be done for a baby that's a quarter Vulcan.

"We need help if we're going to save them both, Uhura and the baby. Since I can't tell you...the younger you, I mean...I figured you could do something. Maybe there's something the baby needs that we don't know about. Or maybe its Vulcan blood could make it strong enough to survive if it was born now. I don't know. I just need your help.

"By the time you get this message, it could all be over. But if you get it in time, remember your own rule. Spock can never know. If he found out somehow and only came back because of the baby, I swear to god I would maroon his ass on Rura Pente. If he doesn't come back because he loves her, he doesn't deserve to have her.

"Thank you, Ambassador. Kirk out."

The entire world felt like it had stopped moving beneath Spock's feet. His whole body was numb as if his blood had stopped running through his veins. He was cold. He was hot. He felt light-headed and nauseated and...yet...he was in complete and utter awe.

Uhura was pregnant. With his child. He was going to be a father.

And her life was in serious danger.

"Spock." He didn't acknowledge his wife coming up beside him through the hanging vines and flowers. His mind was a million miles away, trying to imagine what Uhura might look like carrying their baby. "Is the message accurate?"

"How much did you hear?" He heard the words he spoke, but he couldn't feel his mouth making them.

"Enough." T'Lan walked past him with a water can in her hand, as if she'd actually come out for some late night gardening rather and hadn't followed him. "I often wondered if there was another woman occupying your thoughts." She spritzed water on her Bajoran lilac vines. "Her name is Uhura, then?"

Spock swallowed. "Nyota. She was-she is my-"

"Lover? So I gathered from the message." T'Lan examined one purple stalk of lilac in the light of the half-full moons. "She is Human?" He lowered his chin in acknowledgement. "And you did not know she was expecting your child?"

"No." The initial shock was beginning to wear off, but the amazement had only tripled. A baby with Uhura. Part of him and part of her living in one tiny creature. "I did not."

T'Lan never faltered with the water can, moving from bud to bud with extreme precision. "Would you have married me had you known of her condition?"

"Do not ask me to answer that," Spock said after a moment.

"I believe that is all the answer I require." T'Lan moved on to the Andorian orchids. "May I speak freely?"

"This is not a starship." Spock bolted to his feet, his hand closed tightly enough around the communicator to turn his knuckles white. "You have always been able to speak your mind with me! You are my wife, not my domestic android!"

T'Lan stopped working, but did not turn to look at him as she spoke. "You did not want this marriage. From the moment we took our vows, your body has been a true and faithful husband, but your mind...even your soul...have been absent. And now I know where they have been. On the Enterprise." She paused. "With her."

Spock closed his eyes momentarily. "We both entered into this arrangement for duty, not for love. It was...a logical match."

"But it was not a bonded match." Setting down her water can, T'Lan finally looked back at him. When their eyes met, he was stunned to see deep-seeded pain and grief in her eyes, the kind that could overwhelm even those who had purged all emotions. "I was bonded once," she told Spock. "His name was Sutak and it was arranged when we were seven. But...it was more than just a promise between our families. It was..."

"Love."

T'Lan quickly diverted her eyes and walked a few feet away. After a few moments, she spoke again. "We were to be married. He had intended to come to Andoria with me, but his responsibilities with the High Council kept him on Vulcan. He was still there when..." She didn't need to finish. "Sutak is gone, but my bond with him remains."

"Then why did you agree to our match?"

"Because, just as you do, I fear our people's extinction." T'Lan walked back to him. "But I know now that if I cannot be with Sutak, I do not wish to be with anyone. Even you."

Spock frowned. "What are you saying, T'Lan?"

"I am saying...that I wish to dissolve our marriage contract on the grounds that we are incompatible in mind and in body." She reached for her water can. "I am releasing you from your vows, Spock. And I hope...I truly do hope...that your child arrives safely and that you and its mother can forge the bond that you and I never would have."

He watched her go back to watering her plants, as though the end of their marriage had no affect on her emotional state. But he knew better of his soon-to-be ex-wife now. She was capable of great feeling.

Just not for him.

"Thank you." When he put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, T'Lan froze up as she always had when their bodies came into contact. This would be the last time she would have to endure his touch. "Perhaps one day you will be ready for another bond."

"I do not believe bonding works like that." She eased herself out of his embrace. "You should not wait to leave the colony until tomorrow. Take a shuttlecraft. Rejoin your ship." She paused. "Be there when your child is born."

Spock took a few steps towards the house before he turned back to her. "Please tell my father that I-"

"I will," she promised. "Go, Spock. If I could be with Sutak, nothing would keep me here."

He lowered his chin in grateful acknowledgement. "Goodbye, T'Lan.

Although he walked out of the house, carrying nothing but the communicator still in his hand, by the time he reached the shuttle docks, he was running.

At 2100 hours on a Friday night, the long-range sensor lab should have been deserted. But when Uhura entered her student ID code to the door's keypad and it slid open, she was surprised to see Commander Spock seated at the lab's main computer.

Surprised, but not upset. After having what she considered to be two very successful dinner dates with him that had both ended in long looks exchanged as they parted ways outside her dorm, she was more than ready for some alone time with the man who had begun to occupy her more salacious day dreams.

He turned his head just enough to acknowledge her entrance. "Good evening, Cadet Uhura."

"Commander Spock." Her stomach swirled, but she forced herself to stay cool and collected...almost Vulcan. Maybe he'd like that. "Am I interrupting?"

"Not at all." After pressing a few buttons on the computer, he stood up and tugged on the bottom of his dark grey uniform jacket to straighten it. "You reserved the lab at this time, did you not?"

Uhura bit back a smile. "How did you know that, sir?"

"May I inquire as to the sensor project on which you intend to work?" he asked, side-stepping the question.

"Actually, I just needed a quiet place to study. I have a transporter theory test next week, and physics isn't my best subject. And since my roommate has a new boyfriend, I know I won't get any studying done at the dorm, so..." She looked around the darkened lab. "This seemed like a good idea."

She felt him watching her, but she carefully avoided his stare until he finally spoke. "Physics is, as you might say, my best subject." He paused. "If you wish, I could go over your notes with you."

Could he hear her heart beating? She felt like it was pounding so hard beneath her breast that he just might be able to make out the rhythmic thumping. "I'd like that," she told him. "A lot."

An hour later, Uhura had a new understanding and appreciation for the theory of transportation. Or perhaps any subject would have been fascinating when taught in Spock's deep, patient voice.

Several times as he explained the equations, she caught herself staring at his profile. The clean, even lines of his haircut, the shape of nose and lips, the fascinating curve and point of his ear...so many of her fellow female classmates might never think him handsome. And maybe he wasn't when compared to someone like Jim Kirk, with his rugged good looks and mischievous eyes.

But Spock possessed an inner attractiveness that she had never seen in Kirk or any of the other male cadets who were just like him. Spock was a silent mystery, a puzzle comprised of so many pieces. It might take a long time to put them all together, but she had a feeling that the picture the pieces created would be worth the effort.

"Commander," she interrupted him. As they were seated side by side at the sensor lab's work station, he glanced over at her. "You knew I was going to be here tonight, didn't you?"

It took a second for him to reply. "Yes."

"Is that why you came?" She ran her tongue over her lower lip, making it glisten in the artificial light. "To see me?"

Spock looked back at her physics notes. "Yes."

Her stomach twisted again. "I've wanted to see you, too."

"We see each other three times a week in class," he reminded her. Or maybe it was a reminder to himself. "And we had dinner together just last Thursday."

"And yet...it's not enough, is it?" Mustering up every ounce of her courage, Uhura leaned into him. Her kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. The lab was silent enough for her to hear him inhale sharply.

Her lips lingered on his skin for several long seconds before she drew back reluctantly. "I've wanted to do that for-"

Spock grabbed the back of her head; his mouth sought out hers in a kiss that was greedy, primal and hot enough to elicit a whimper of need from the back of her throat. She gripped his shoulders as the kiss grew harder, hard enough to leave bruises. She didn't care. It was the most erotic moment of her life so far and she wasn't about to do anything that might make it stop.

But it did stop a few seconds later when Spock suddenly tore himself away from her. As he staggered to his feet and put half the sensor lab between them, she could hear him mutter a Vulcan word that she didn't understand.

"Spock..."

With one hand on the nearest console for support, Spock shook his head. "Forgive me." His voice, so composed when he spoke of transporter equations, was now raw and hoarse. "That was...inappropriate of me." She could see his back rising and falling with each deep breath he took. "Should you wish to...report my misconduct to the Academy ethics committee..."

"Stop." With her lips still throbbing from his kiss, Uhura stood up. "Don't imagine, even for a second, that I didn't want that or that you forced it on me. I was right there, kissing you back, logic be damned!"

"An instructor in a position of authority over a cadet shall not engage in physical relations with..."

"And don't quote me the rule book!" She manuvered herself in front of him, forcing him to look her in the eye. "Kiss me again."

"Cadet Uhura, I do not-"

"It's Nyota." Uhura captured his face between her hands. "I want you to call me Nyota."

Spock gently grasped her slender wrists, but she held onto him. When it became clear she wasn't going to let go, he lowered his head until his forehead touched hers. "Nyota," he breathed. She closed her eyes as their lips met again, softer and slower this time, but no less intense than their first kiss.

"Nyota..."

Uhura's first thought upon waking up to the feeling of wet warmth between her legs was that she might have lost control of her bladder in her sleep. But then she called up the overhead lights and pushed back the covers...and saw blood.

She was still screaming when McCoy burst into her quarters with his medical team only minutes later. By the time Kirk arrived, the doctor's hypospray had calmed her down enough to transport her to Sickbay.

"It's happening, Jim," McCoy said as they rushed into the turbolift. Before the doors closed, he shook his head. "This time, I can't stop it."

Left alone in the hallway, his feet and chest bare, all Kirk could do was curse the Vulcan who had caused all of this...and yet wasn't even there to keep it all from slipping away.

To Be Continued