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-Deuces :)
"Uhura, you have to get up." Chekov is sitting on the side of my bed hovering above me. Gaila and our new friend Sulu are standing beside him. He's a handsome Asian male that I met in my ancient weaponry class.
"You told me we were going to practice together for the test tomorrow, but you've been in bed since yesterday." Sulu tells me.
'How am I suppose to memorize ancient weapons, when I can't organize my own thoughts.' I cover my face with my hands.
I sigh and sit up in my bed to face my new friend.
"Sulu, I'm so sorry. I've been out of it for a while. I'll get myself dressed and come by your room later okay?" I smile. Sulu understands and nods.
"It was nice meeting you Chekov, Gaila." He says before leaving the room. Once he leaves, Gaila decides to put her two cents in.
"Damn, he was fine. I might have to-"
"No Gaila." I interrupt her. She sneers at me. I return my attention to the Russian boy.
"Gaila told me what happened." Chekov says. "You must not let it affect your grades!"
"You think I'm trying to? I don't even understand why he came to my room, or how he even opened the door?" I ponder for a second.
"Doesn't every dormitory advisor have keys to each student's door?" Chekov tries to reason.
"I didn't hear the key turn! Unless the door was left open…But Gaila usually locks it when she leaves." I look over at Gaila who has suddenly found a new interest in one of my books. I pause for a second. "Since when do you read?" I ask her.
"S-since now!" She exclaims nervously.
"Gaila the book is up-side-down."
"Oh-Oh my bad." She quickly fixes her mistake. Something seems fishy about her.
"Anyways, you're right. I mean Spock is a Vulcan. He's used to this type of behavior and is unfazed by it."
"I don't think Vulcans are used to sexual behavior." Gaila chips in.
"You are not helping!" Chekov retorts. He then looks back down at me. "Uhura, we have a test tomorrow in Meester Spock's class. You need to get in the zone. If you so need it, I will help you."
"Thanks Chek." I smile.
"You know what I don't get. How Kirk manages to get A's on tests and he's the biggest party animal ever!" My roommate exclaims.
"Veery true." Says Chekov.
"I still don't understand who this Kirk is!" I shrug my shoulders.
"You're so busy checking out Spock that you don't notice any of the other attractive people in the class. Beverly said she thinks he's the hottest guy in there and I had the privilege to get with him!" Gaila says cheerfully.
"Who hasn't gotten with him?" Chekov murmurs.
'Eh. Knowing about this dude probably isn't worth my time anyway.' I think to myself.
"Alright well. I'm not the type of girl to let this mess with my grades. I'm going to study." I say right before getting glomped by Gaila.
"Oh! I'm so happy you're back to being the little geek I'm used to. I was getting scared!"
"Gaila get off of me! I'm suffocating!" Her boobs were taking up my breathing space. She sure was acting strange.
My body feels like it's sinking. The wind brushes some of the icy snowflakes across my face as I lay there, doing nothing. The clouds seem to be moving much faster than usual. I've been here for about 20 minutes doing nothing but lying in the snow. From where I lived in Africa it hardly ever snowed. In actuality I've never seen it up until now. I had just finished my study session with Sulu when I noticed it outside of his window. I was so fascinated and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to clear my head. As I lie here I think about how much I've changed since my time in Africa. I've undertaken so much responsibility here in Starfleet although though I'm merely 17. Fortunately soon after this Christmas, I'll be a full time adult. I keep think about my family and how it'll be the second Christmas I've had without them and yet, for some reason I don't feel lonely. I have Gaila, Chekov, Bones, Sulu and… Spock. When I get to his name, my eyes close instantaneously. The way I feel about him is so real. Every time I even think of his name my heart begins to beat so fast. I remember when I thought his name was so funny and now its something that I adore so much. I've never felt this way about anyone before Starfleet. Somehow, knowing that I've screwed up pretty much every chance that I could I have with him has overwhelmed my heart with so much hurt. Not that it's easy getting with a man of his culture anyway. I roll over to my side, not knowing that I'm basically rolling over the edge of a very steep hill.
"BLAAUGH" I yell I as go tumbling down it. Finally, I land painfully flat on my face. I begin to pat some of the snow out of my eyes when a pointy Vulcan ear catches my vision.
"Nyota." I can hear his voice ringing through my head. I instantly want to put my head back down in the snow. But instead I brush the rest of the snow out of my eyes so I can see him clearly. He has been sitting on edge of the lake, probably doing exactly what I was doing.
We both sit next to each other quietly in the snow. I keep taken glances at Spock's face to see if it shows any signs of emotion involving the sexual incident that occurred a few days ago. It doesn't. His apathetic stare is unflappable as he gazes across the lake. I rub my butt awkwardly due to the pain of falling down the hill.
"Spock?" I ask. He says nothing, so I decide to continue. "What have you been doing out here?" He breaks his stare and glances down at his lap.
"I've attempted to cleanse my mind, however I've been unsuccessful due to my impairment." My eyes widen.
"Your impairment? Did you hurt yourself?" I respond quickly.
"I've done something much worse." I look at him curiously. "I've learned that my ability to meditate is defective." He says sorrowfully. "Meditation is a Vulcan custom. Without it I become human."
"Spock. You are human." I regret telling him this once it leaves my mouth. His jaw clenches out of discomfort. But I continue to speak anyway. "You are Vulcan as well. But, you have to accept both parts of yourself or you wont live life rewardingly. " He does not respond and he does not look at me. I decide to change the subject.
"It's going to be Christmas soon." I continue to look at him with my head resting on my knees.
"Christmas. The human custom." He says while continuing to look out at the lake.
'Oh here we go again with humanity.'
"You've never celebrated Christmas before? That's insane!" I say to him incredulously.
"My mother made me participate in the custom as a young child. It was an exuberating experience at the time, until I learned that the custom was trivial and illogical. I then told my mother that I will never again participate in such a insignificant tradition."
When he says this something snaps inside me. It was like all of the hurt and unhappiness that Spock felt during his lifetime accumulated into a little ball and forced its way down my throat. Impulsively, I take Spock by his shoulders and shake him forcefully. With passion I force him to look me directly in the eyes before I announce my thoughts.
"How can you do this to yourself! Do you realize what you are doing or have you been brainwashed!" Suddenly my rage goes away and I'm taken aback by the look in Spock's eyes. There's a passion inside them too that I remember seeing before- the time when he fell on top of me in the elevator. I'm still gripping his shoulders I feel them begin to move forward. He's eyes are still locked into mine as he leans towards me. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. His lips get so close to mine that my eyes close as if I'm so sure he's going to kiss me. But nothing happens. There's no contact of his skin against mine. My eyes open only to see Spock standing above me.
"I'm going to attempt meditation again." He says to me. His face is flushed and that passion that was once in his eyes is now gone. "Goodbye Cadet." He says finally, before turning around and leaving me sitting all by myself. Once he leaves I can't help but pull my knees up to my chest. Tears once again slide down my face, but this time PMS is not its cause. I sob as rock back and forth. This man is my weakness. He can make my day so easily and ruin it so fast. I, Nyota Uhura, thought I could get everything I want. But this is something that is slipping out of my grasp.