Hey Guys! Its Melodious. I apologize that I didn't finish this one yesterday and I apologize for it being a much shorter chapter than the other ones. Once again please forgive my grammar mistakes! I haven't found an editor and I usually don't write! But thank you for taking the time to read this and thank you for the reviews and feedback!

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-Deuces

"Every seven years Vulcans experience something called Pon Farr." I read out loud. I'm lying on my bed with my feet up in the air.

"Aww my little Uhura is such a cute little geek. You know if you keep studying you might actually miss this appointment that you're so obsessive about!" Gaila looks up from her downward dog yoga position. I shut my book and get up to get ready.

"Practicing the doggystyle position Gaila? I know you'll need it." I smile to myself while I brush out my hair in the mirror. Something hits my back and I turn around to see a tissue box on the floor that I assume Gaila threw at me. I run out of the bathroom, pick up a pillow and tackle her to the ground. Gaila, who is now underneath me, attempts to reach for a pillow on her bed.

"Ow! Zat is my foot!" Chekov says. He too is studying, but on Gaila's bed. We invited him over this morning, when Gaila and I were eating breakfast in the cafeteria.

"How is it zat its been three days and you have an appointment with Meester Spock?"

"I guess he appreciates my interest in Vulcan?" I say as I'm attempting to keep Gaila pinned to the floor.

"And you appreciate him." The girl from underneath me says. I stop to glare at her.

"You like Meester Spock?" Chekov looks up from his book. "Good luck with zat one. The chances of zat happening are very slim." He continues to flip through his book. My focus is no longer on Gaila.

"Oh yeah? Well how about you? Who are you interested in?" Gaila, who is still underneath me, sits up and rests on her arms. She, too, is interested in what he has to say.

"Uh- Zat is none of your business!" Chekov turns his head up at us.

"So there is someone!" Says Gaila. Chekov looks like a person who just got caught stealing. He does not respond. He flips through his book and tries to ignore us. Gaila and I glance at each other and jump on the bed where he resides. Gaila is persistent and continues to provoke him.

"Is it Tasha Yar?" He doesn't respond.

"Is it Marta?" There's still no response.

"Droxine? Nona? Savik? Tonia? Kelinda? Kara? Beverly? Ishara yar? Janice? Deanna? Anij? Ezri? Andrea? Robin? Kes? Hoshi? Jadzia? Kamala? T'Pol?" I interrupt her before she continues. There is no change in Chekov's expression.

"Gaila stop. You've listed nineteen girls already." I'm rubbing Chekov on his back. Gaila tends to make people uncomfortable and we haven't known them for very long.

"Geez. Sorry –WAIT!" She pauses. I look at her and even Chekov is curious. "You're gay!" She says with delight.

'Oh Gaila…'

Chekov's eyes widen and his face turns red. He closes his book, gets up from the bed, and begins to head for the door. Gaila looks like she's filled with pride and Chekov looks humiliated. I stop him before he gets there.

"Wait." I pat him on the back again. " I apologize for Gaila. I can tell she's very outspoken." I turn to glare at her. Her pride face turns into a pout. " I just want you to know that while its just been three days, I enjoy your presence and I hope we can continue to be friends and…" I look him directly in the eyes. "Your secret is safe with me" I pause "And Gaila." I turn to look at her again. "Isn't that right my little Orion?" She continues to pout but nods her head in agreement.

"Thanks Uhura." He says in a small voice and heads out the door with his head down. I turn back to Gaila.

"That is the second person who ran away because of you! I would give you a talk, but I have to get going." I go over to Gaila to give her a small peck on the forehead before I leave out to go to my appointment.

I open the doors to Spock's lecture hall to see him in the exact same position he was in when I first met him. His back is facing me and he's working on his PADD. I'm anxious to see him.

"Cadet Uhura." I jump at the sound of his voice.

"Yes professor!" He slowly turns around to face me.

"It is illogical to be stationary when we have an appointment."

"Yes Professor!" I quickly run over to his side. Because it's a weekend, I thought that Mr. Spock would wear casual clothes today, like I am. However, he's wearing his regular uniform. I, on the contrary, am wearing my hair down with a tight white V-neck shirt and black shorts. I'd always had luck with the guys, but I have to be extra special with this one. The tighter, the better. I look at his face to see if he takes note of my clothing. For a second his eyes flicker to my chest, but they quickly return to my face.

'Point one for Nyota. Zero for Professor Spock.'

He doesn't notice that I caught his little transgression.

"You may sit." He tells me. His eyes look like they're sending a laser straight through my head. His gaze is that piercing. It's difficult for me to sit straight across from him. I find myself fidgeting. "You may wonder why I asked if you would join me for an appointment today, when it is only our third day of knowing each other. I do recall already stating yesterday that I would teach you about the Vulcan culture. The truth of the matter is that there are not many students who take interest in such research and I find it fascinating that I have finally found a student who does." He holds his hands together and keeps them firmly placed on the desk in front of him. Suddenly I feel even more anxious about sharing my knowledge with him. Although I studied a lot about Vulcans, I did not get to finish the passage that I studied earlier. I don't know everything.

"I understand that this may put pressure on you, which is a human characteristic. There are moments when the pressure is so extreme that my students become emotionally unstable when speaking with me. However, yesterday I came to the conclusion that you are not anxious to share your sense of logic. I find this admirable." He ensures me.

I smile to myself. I know that he's talking about my outburst yesterday. I guess I'm the only student who has ever stood up to him like that and weirdly enough he likes it.

"Thank you, Professor!" I give him a small but genuine smile.

"I only speak the truth Cadet. Now, shall we get started?"

We've been going at it for hours.

No you pervert! I am not talking about sex.

'Pssh. I wish.'

I would take this man and ravage him across his desk if I could. I would love to see his emotionless, Vulcan face getting twisted up in pleasure, but enough of my hormonal-teenager thoughts.

We've been chatting for hours. Well, I guess you can call it chatting. Spock first tested me on my Vulcan. I pleased him by accurately answering all of his questions. He asked me an even mixture of cultural and scientific questions, which I appreciate, because I'm sure they'll be on an exam at some point. There were moments when he would get excited talking about the more scientific stuff. Sometimes I would lose track of what he was saying because his vocabulary can get intense. At those moments I just smiled and nodded. I almost thought he was having fun, but then again, Vulcans don't have fun.

"I'm almost sure that we covered everything Cadet." He says to me.

"I think there's one thing we left out!" I tell him. After impressing him so much, I only want to impress him some more.

"What would that be Cadet?" He says to me. He does his adorable head tilt again.

"This morning I came across a term that refers to something that occurs every seven years. Its called Pon Farr. Could you tell me more about it?" I put on my best curious Nyota face.

There is a change in his expression. His eyes widen and jaw drops slightly for slight moment. He looks down at the table. His hands that are laced together tighten. He then looks back up at me. We have another one of those awkward stare down where no one seems to speak for a good 10 seconds.

"Miss Uhura. Pon-" He closes his mouth for a second. It seems he cannot seem to say the word. However, he continues. "That custom is a custom in which I am not uncomfortable sharing information."

'Great job Nyota.' I think to myself. I was doing great until I brought this up. Now, I'm not any better than Gaila.

"I apologize Professor. I did not know that it would cause such an effect." I put my head down in shame.

"There is no need to apologize. Your statement was simply due to a worldwide ignorance. Vulcan tends to be very private in some aspects."

"Yes sir." I respond.

"Well I assure you that this time was well spent. Conversing about logical topics are things I wish to do more often. There are many other conversational yet educational ones we could speak about in the future, if you so desire?"

"I would enjoy that very much." I smile at him. His eyes settle on my lips then back to my eyes.

"Thank you for speaking with me Cadet. I will see you at my next lecture." He tells me.

"Thank you Professor! See you then!

"Until next time Cadet." I can feel his eyes boring holes into my head as I turn to leave. I must admit I'm on the right track. Since day one I realized that I wanted this man and within three days I have made him excited, uncomfortable, confused, embarrassed and impressed. I'd say I'm on the right path. So much for him being a Vulcan. I smile as I open the door to leave.