IT'S MELODIOUS HERE. I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER TO UPDATE. There were two reasons why it took so long. 1. I'm in college and I had to take this stupid bio class. 2. I honestly had no clue where I was going with the next chapter. But here's my update. If you don't like something about it, please tell me. I will attempt to make alterations. PLEASE REVIEW IT GIVES ME POWER. Ahaha!
-Deuces!
"Oh my Gaila! What do I wear?" I'm rummaging frantically through my closet trying to find something useful.
"You could wear a donut for all I care." My roommate says as she flips through her magazine.
"Gaila, you are unweesibly angry." Chekov scolds. He's doing the usual studying on my bed.
"You stay out of this!" She yells at him. He flips through his pages without giving her a second look. "You have time to go to a meeting but not a party? Really?!"
"Gaila. This is my job. I'm a teacher's assistant." I frown. She pauses and stares at me.
"In what job does an employee want to screw her boss?"
'In like, every job.'
"Are you going through my closet right now?!" Gaila closes her magazine. I don't respond but continue to rummage through her clothes. She gets up, walks over, pushes me to the side, and begins to look through her closet for me. "You realize my boobs are way bigger than yours right?" As she says this she pulls out an emerald green formal dress. "This just so happens to be the only dress that would be form fitting around you." When she holds out the dress to me I smile and take it from her. I place a kiss on her forehead and then I run to the bathroom to get dressed.
I'm walking through the halls with my hair swinging behind me and my heels clicking against the ground. People that pass by me wear baffled expressions and wonder why I'm walking with such haste. When I finally reach Spock's office, I knock on his door just to realize that its open. I enter without permission and realize that he's not inside. I walk over to his desk to brush my fingers across its surface. I just lost my train of thought.
"Nyota." I turn around abruptly to see him standing in the doorway still wearing his Commander's uniform. Originally his eyes connect with mine, but then his gaze begins to lower. Is he tracing my body with his eyes?
"Am I early?" I ask.
"It has been an hour and seventeen seconds. Therefore, it is concluded that you are slightly tardy."
"Well where have you been? You weren't exactly here when I came in." I roll my eyes.
"That is none of your concern." His eyes are still lingering on my lower body. "You found appropriate attire."
"Yes. Do you like it?" I ask. He wears an apathetic stare.
"It is decent."
"Is there anything I should know before we leave?" I ask. He continues to stare with disinterest.
"We are going to a meeting." He tells me.
I've discovered that whoever made up 'Captain Obvious' was literally talking about Spock.
"Okay."
'I give up.'
"Shall we take our leave?" Although he asks this, he starts to walk out of the office and into the hall without me. I quickly rush over to him and now we're walking side-by-side. We don't speak to each other, yet we are fully aware of each other's presence. We're like a dynamic duo walking with purpose. His eyes are full of drive and perseverance. Mine are filled with mere curiosity. We walk for a good fifteen minutes, before we suddenly come to a halt in front of two giant red doors. For a second Spock looks uneasy and is staring at the ground. He quickly regains his composure, looks up at me and takes ahold of the door handle to let me walk in first.
I was expecting more of a, 'everyone sits around a table and talks about their problems meeting.' This is more like a high-class gathering. There are people holding glasses of wine and conversing with other. People of high-authority are making business offers with each other at different tables. I look over to Spock to see if he's as surprised as I am. He isn't.
"Spock?" He raises an eyebrow.
"This type atmosphere doesn't seem fitting for a Vulcan-Ambassador. Is this even a meeting?"
"It is considered one, yes." He says back to me. We're standing awkwardly in the corner of the 'meeting'. Spock is scoping the room with his hands behind his back. "It is required that individuals of high authority gather here. It is a tradition."
"AAAY. Look who it is!" Bones slaps Spock on the back and grips him tightly on his shoulder, which causes the latter to wear an expression of irritation. "Ooo, and Miss Uhura is here too." He releases Spock and takes my hand to give it a small kiss. In my peripheral vision, I can tell Spock is shooting lasers at the doctor with his eyes.
"You guys need to loosen up- have a little fun!" Bones leans over into my ear. "I can hit you up with some of this if you'd like. " He shakes his wine glass when the Vulcan beside me cuts in.
"Doctor Leonard McCoy. Cadet Uhura is under the legal age limit for the consumption of alcohol. If you proceed, you will break regulation seventy-two in the Starfleet Academy handbook. I will be forced to-"
"Turn me in. Yeah, yeah whatever," Bones interrupts. "I was just joking. I'll see you two around." He winks at me, before walking away.
I look over at Spock to notice that his attention is focused elsewhere. His vision is directed toward a table that is secluded from the rest of the gathering. There sits the Captain-in-Chief. Although I'm facing his back, I can tell he's talking to someone in front of him. Without second thought, Spock makes his way through the crowd of people causing me to struggle to keep up with him.
"Look what we have here! We were just talking about you." The captain says as he's sees the Vulcan approaching. "Look's like your assistant is here as well." He notices me peaking my head out from around Spock's shoulders. I give my warmest smile and reach out my hand to shake his.
"It's a pleasure to see you again Captain."
"The pleasure is mine." His head then turns towards the man that he was talking to previously. When I lay eyes on this person, there is no doubt in my mind that this is the Vulcan Ambassador. He's the only other Vulcan, besides Spock, who is even at this party. And just like I assumed, he is not the party type. Similarly to the Vulcan standing beside me, the ambassador wears a stoic expression. Most likely his purpose for being here is solely business related. The captain then proceeds to make introductions.
"Cadet Nyota Uhura, this is Ambassador Sarek."
"It's very nice to make your acquaintance." I say. In response, the Ambassador gives me a simple head nod of acknowledgement. His expression doesn't change.
'Geez. Is there anything else that he and Spock have in common?'
"Spock, I'm pretty sure you are well acquainted with Sarek." The captain smirks.
"Ambassador." Spock greets briefly.
"Spock." The Vulcan retorts. It doesn't seem as though the two of them get along too well.
"Here the two of you should come sit." The captain motions for Spock and I to sit down. "Is there anything that you two would like to drink?" Spock responds with a simple no. I tell him that water would be fine. I decide to sit next to the captain, which leaves Spock having to awkwardly sit next to the Ambassador. If Spock sat any farther way from the Vulcan next to him, he would probably be sitting on the floor. The waiter quickly gives me my water. He then gives a slight bow to everyone at the table and leaves.
"So, I'm assuming you know why Sarek has asked you to come here." The captain says to Spock. I take a nice long sip of my water. It's very refreshing, especially in a tense situation like this.
"I have multiple interpretations." Spock responds with an unenthused expression.
"Well." The captain says as he gets up to leave the table. "I'll leave the two of you to some fatherly–son bonding then."
'WHAT?'
I choke on my water, spiting out some of it in front of me. Spock and his-so-called FATHER, don't look too phased by my sudden reaction.
"Oh! Cadet Uhura! You were so quiet I forgot you were over there." The captain gives a hearty laugh as I'm continuing my coughing fit in the corner. "I'm guessing you didn't know that Sarek was Spock's dad huh?"
I slap my hand on the table as my coughing fit starts to die down. I manage to choke out a "No."
"Wow really? You never wondered why these two are so similar?" The captain scratches his chin.
'No Captain. I obviously just assumed all Vulcans were this way.' I should be given the title Sergeant Sarcasm. Seriously.
"Well now you are well educated. Spock, Uhura, I will see you guys around. Sarek, after your talk with Spock, meet me in my office. We have some things to discuss involving the recent Klingon invasion." With that, the captain takes his leave.
Every time he takes a step away from us, I can feel an imaginary brick landing on my head. The tension is so thick here; you would need a chainsaw to cut through it. Spock gets up from his seat and re-seats himself next to me. He is now facing his father.
"Spock." Sarek says to his son. He doesn't receive a reply, but that doesn't stop Sarek from continuing. He begins to speak in Vulcan.
"Vulcan is suffering from a lack of leadership. I've come to the conclusion that I cannot lead this planet by myself." Before he continues, he takes a brief look towards me, before returning to Spock. "Why did you bring this girl with you?"
"She is my assistant." Spock responds.
"She is merely a student, who will not understand this type of situation. She will burden you Spock." Sarek explains with disdain. I'm shocked by his assumption. I'm guessing he thought I wouldn't understand Vulcan. Well he should guess again. I respond to him, speaking in his own language.
"I assure you Ambassador Sarek, that I am fully capable of comprehending the technical difficulties involved in this type of situation. Vulcan should have a worthy leader. And I'm sure, you and I agree, that Spock would be perfect for this job. However, that being said, he is also a Commander at Star Fleet Academy. Therefore, you may possess hardships, in trying to relinquish him of his newly found title. "
Although, Sarek's expression hardly changes, I can sense that he's slightly taken aback. I look over to my side to see that Spock's lips are titled slightly into a smirk.
Point 1 for Nyota and Spock, Point Zero for Sarek