Disclaimer: Characters contained within do not belong to me, but to Gene Roddenberry, Paramount Pictures, etc.

Author's Notes: Thank you so much everyone. I hope you know by now how much your response to this story means to me:) Lisa, you're still awesome, hon.

The Opposite of Logic

by Kristen Elizabeth

The last time Kirk had worn his dress uniform had been at Spock's first wedding on Degan V. Now he was donning the high-collared, itchy-as-all-hell gold jacket a second time...for Spock's second wedding.

He wasn't sure if that was ironic, pathetic or just plain weird. Spock, the supposedly emotionless Vulcan with a stick up his ass the size of a flagpole, had gotten more action in a year than Kirk had since leaving the Academy.

And no, he didn't count the harem on Kestral Major. The fight amongst the Premiere's wives had broken out when he was all the way on the other side of the palace, working on getting the bikini top off one of the serving girls. Back on the Enterprise, he'd let the incident be told and retold, until he was solely responsible for starting the brawl. Why deprive his crewmates of a good story?

The truth was it took a special sort of woman to attract Kirk's eye anymore...and he no longer defined "special" by brassiere size.

The door chime interrupted his attempt to fasten the last button on his collar. "Come," he said with no small amount of frustration.

McCoy stepped into the room a second later, clad in the same stiff dress jacket, only in blue. "You almost ready?"

"Yeah." Finally, the button snapped into place. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Well, that's a hell of an answer." When Kirk started for the door, McCoy stopped him. "If you've got a bee in your bonnet, better shake it out now."

Kirk made a scoffing face. "There's no bee and there's damn sure no bonnet. No offense, Bones, but I don't need to be analyzed."

McCoy frowned. "Do you take me for some kind of blind idiot? You think I don't know what's going on in your head after almost five years of living and working with you?"

"Can you just say what's on your mind? If I'm late to this thing..."

"It's not like they can start without you." The doctor took a step forward. "Jim. Do you have feelings for-"

Kirk cut him off. "Stop. Really, Bones, just...don't."

"Ah, hell. You do." McCoy ran hand through his hair. "Shit."

"What do you want me to say?" Kirk asked after a minute.

"I don't know," McCoy admitted.

"Okay, then." He pointed at the door. "Can we go now?"

"Jim." At the door, Kirk stopped, but didn't turn around to look at his friend. "Why didn't you ever tell her?"

"Maybe I thought I did." He shrugged. "Just not in the right way. Obviously." Kirk glanced back over his shoulder. "She's happy. He's...whatever happy is for him. They're going to be happy together, raising their kid. And I get to command the Federation's flagship." He grinned, but it came out lop-sided. "Everybody wins."

"Go pull someone else's leg, kid; I'm as tall as I want to be."

"Do you really want me to go in there and start making confessions, Bones?"

"Of course not. I just-" The doctor stopped with a sigh. "Never mind."

Kirk finally turned back the whole way. "I know I've pulled my fair share of selfish stunts, but this would just be...unforgivable. Agreed?"

"Agreed." McCoy hesitated. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not," he replied, almost too casually. "Just do me a favor, Bones. The next time a strong, beautiful, insanely intelligent woman comes into my life...don't let me be a jackass around her."

McCoy scowled as he followed Kirk out the door. "I'm a doctor, Jim, not a damn miracle worker."

The chapel was packed with most of the Enterprise's crew, save for the skeleton team it took to keep the ship running. This was a marriage that everyone wanted to witness.

Uhura's simple sleeveless white satin sheath dress trailed along the carpeted aisle that bisected the crowd and led up to a raised, flower-decorated platform. It was on this platform that Spock was waiting, standing just to the captain's right side, tall and lean in his blue dress uniform jacket.

She looked down at the Capellan flowers in her hands; a matching blossom was tucked into her upswept hair. As she came closer to the platform, Uhura raised her eyes to look at the people watching her.

Scotty gave her a hearty wink as she passed. Sulu inclined his head. Chekov was holding Grayson against his shoulder, patting the little boy's back to keep him from fussing during the ceremony. When she walked by, the young ensign's grin was broad and geuninely happy.

McCoy had his arms folded, a strange look on his face, but as she got closer, his expression relaxed to the point where she could have sworn he almost smiled at her.

Uhura didn't let herself focus on Spock until she reached the platform, although she could feel his unblinking stare boring into her. When she finally did look at him, she could see a million different things in his eyes.

Awe. Desire. Trust. Respect. Love.

Maybe no one else could see his emotions, but to Uhura, they were written all over his face.

Spock held out his hand and after handing off her bouquet to Christine Chapel, she took it, letting him help her up onto the platform. They were still holding hands when Kirk stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"The duties of a captain might have drastically changed since we rowed wooden ships across great oceans, but one privilege has always and will always come with this position: the authority to join two people in matrimony," Kirk began. "Today we're gathered to witness the union of our colleagues and friends, Commander Spock and Lieutenant Nyota Uhura..." He paused, looking back and forth between them as they stared into each other's eyes. "...who have decided to speak their own vows." He stepped back. "Lieutenant Uhura?"

She took a breath. "I searched for any poetry from Vulcan that might express how I feel about you, but...who'd have guessed...there isn't a lot of Vulcan love poetry."

Amusement rippled through the crowd.

"But I did find something in the teachings of Sovak," Uhura continued. "He said, 'Logic can never replace emotion; it is merely a tool utilized to make emotion a choice rather than an uncontrollable impulse.' While this might sound very unromantic to the Human ear, I take Sovak to mean that when a Vulcan does fall in love, they do so by conscious choice. And that means...you decided to love me, despite all the reasons you probably shouldn't have." She smiled softly. "Which is good, because my very Human impulse was to love you, too." Her fingers laced through his. "For the rest of my life."

A few moments of reverent silence passed before Kirk cleared his throat. "Spock?"

"My own search for love poetry from Earth was, not surprisingly, far more successful," Spock said. "One in particular spoke to me. 'I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you'." Spock covered their entwined fingers with his other hand. "When I am with you, Nyota, I am not half of anything. I am whole."

Somewhere in the crowd, there was a very loud sniff, followed by a muffled, "I'm fine, laddie. Pay me no mind."

Kirk's hands were clapsed together so tightly that his knuckles were almost white. "If there are no objections to this union..." He waited a few seconds before continuing, "...then by the power invested in me as captain of this vessel, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He smiled weakly. "Spock, kiss your bride."

Their lips met a moment later to the scattered applause of their crewmates.

Much later, after the toasts and music and even dancing that followed the ceremony...the latter having been half-drunkenly instigated by Scotty...the newly married couple found themselves alone in their quarters.

Grayson was spending the night in Sickbay, being watched over by several nurses who fully intended to dote upon him for as long as he was on board.

Only seconds after the door closed, sealing them away from the rest of the ship, Uhura reached behind her head and removed the pins holding her hair into place. It cascaded around her shoulders like a dark waterfall.

She offered her husband a coy smile. "Guess what I got medical clearance to do tonight?" Walking to him, Uhura reached for the collar of his formal jacket.

As she worked on the buttons, Spock cupped her face before letting his hands drift down to her bare shoulders. "I will not hurt you," he said, neither stating, nor asking.

"You won't." When the last button was free, she pushed the jacket off his shoulders and let him shrug it off his arms. "I've missed making love with you," she whispered.

His eyes smoldered. Hooking two fingers around the flimsy straps of her wedding gown, he yanked, ripping the fabric and baring her breasts. With one hand splayed on her lower back, Spock yanked her up against him. Skin met skin, mouth melded to mouth, fingers grasped at their remaining clothes.

They landed on the bed, limbs wrapped around limbs. It lasted forever, yet it was over far too soon, leaving them panting for breath, her sweat-kissed body cradled against his cooler frame.

After a long time, Uhura pushed herself up on her arm and looked down at him. "You're going to miss this ship, aren't you?"

He reached up a lazy hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. "That is possible."

"So, we'll be back in a year, right?"

"The Enterprise will be no less dangerous in a year than it is right now, Nyota."

Dropping down, she rested her chin on the arm she had draped across his chest. "Who's to say that in a hundred years, children won't be commonplace on starships? I can't imagine a more exciting childhood than growing up exploring the galaxy." Uhura smiled at him. "Can you?"

"Perhaps you are right," he agreed. "In a year, we shall see."

"Okay." Her eyes closed even as he urged her onto her side and wrapped his arms around her, knowing that she liked to sleep surrounded by him. "A year..." she murmured as she drifted off.

Spock laid his cheek on the pillow of her jasmine-scented hair. He was not tired, but he would hold her through the night. "A year. Or two. No less...but no more."

To Be Continued