A/N: I'm not entirely sure of the direction of this but I just do not believe that either of them would voluntarily or consciously enter into an outright relationship. I hope this is not too confusing!

Anyway, thank you!! I was not expecting so many reviews, it really motivated me. I'm reediting my next chapter as we "speak". Thank you for the support, I hope you enjoy this chapter. This should be the last chapter at the Academy. I'm more interested in continuing their future after the movie. I just need to get two chappies out of the way.

Chapter Two

Spock found himself regretting having Uhura as his lab assistant.

She was brilliant when it came to work. The lab was in impeccable condition, the instruments correctly calibrated and tuned to their correct frequencies and stations. She even handled his lab students with a charm and grace he could not muster. There were less complaints about his harsh commands as Uhura gave his students softer reprimands that seemed to make them extremely cooperative, especially the males.

For once, Spock could understand the logic of his students. 3rd Class Cadet Uhura was a most agreeable woman. She was, despite their first encounter, very forgiving and charming. She was brilliant, the best student he had the pleasure of teaching. She did, however, possess a renown spontaneous temper and obstinate demeanor. Nevertheless, she was the paradigm of human manners and decorum so her temper was usually followed by vigorous apologies.

She was also…aesthetically pleasing.

Vulcan men were not foreign to lust or attraction, but the distinction that Vulcans made between the body and mind made such primitive feelings background nose overcome by the logic of the mind. Lust possessed no relevancy or logic unless to spur the action of methodical procreation as was the way of the pon farr. It was logical to separate the body from the mind as lust could easily cloud judgment.

Usually Spock found this to be an easy enough endeavor.

But every time Uhura's brown eyes moved to watch him he felt an undeniable…warmth, an unbearable heat that made his already abnormal temperature rise and his blood pound in his ears. His hormone levels increased, his nostrils flared, his muscles tensed and the most obvious sign was the increase of blood flow to his lower extremities. His lust was very apparent and frustrating.

He meditated to control his reactions and presumed his unusual attraction to Cadet Uhura would eventually fade with time.

And they would have, if it wasn't for a certain obnoxious Cadet whose grandiose fate affected everyone around him.

Cadet Uhura stretched out her limbs, pushing her uniform's ridiculously low skirt back down. She swiveled in her seat and finally finished adjusting the frequency on the communication unit. Breathing in she allowed herself a silent congratulations and rubbed her sore hands together as an award.

James Tiberius Kirk thought he was the shit, and Uhura was tired of having to clean up his mess. When she refused to pay any attention to his usual antics he decided to mess up his communication unit to force her to pay attention. He didn't realize he was messing with a very complicated piece of equipment!

He used his com-unit as an excuse to watch Uhura for the remainder of the lab.

He was such a jerk!

She dropped the com-link from her ear and groaned into her hand.

"3rd Class Cadet Uhura, are you suffering from a sinus infection?"

There was only one person at the academy who had such a deep voice and spoke Vulcan that flawlessly and logically.

"No. Humans regularly get rid of their frustrations by exhaling or inhaling breath." She replied back in Vulcan.

He raised an eyebrow in interest and advanced into the quiet laboratory.

"Interesting. It is past both your assigned laboratory time and research time. I am not paying you to work in excess."

"I know but one of the Cadets played around with the communication unit and I really do not think I will be in the mood to find the frequency in the morning."

Spock nodded. Her voice was never faltering and high pitched. Purely female with a demanding quality. She spoke Vulcan almost like a Vulcan, though Vulcans preferred to use logical and concise sentence structure. As a human she inadvertently colored her sentences with unnecessary adjectives. Nevertheless she was the only human he had so far heard whose understanding of the language was exemplary.

He was unsure how it had become an easy routine for the two of them to speak to each other in Vulcan. He remembered that they had had an argument, one of many numerous arguments that stemmed from her spontaneous temper.

Spock had commented on her progression in Vulcan dialects and compared her to a Vulcan female. Somehow she had become upset and proclaimed she was just as good if not better than any Vulcan female.

It was then that it became customary, if not necessary for Uhura to prove her point, for them to speak in Vulcan in private. Despite his increasing irritability with her emotional outbursts and this sudden need to prove herself capable, he was…pleased to speak to another in his natural tongue. Especially with someone who was so skilled.

It was ironic how a human could remind him of his home planet.

"Understandable. In the future it is in your personal interests not to extend your hours."

"I know. I lost a lot of time doing this, and I didn't get to go to dinner." She pushed herself up from her seat.

With a deep breath she stretched, arching her back and extending her height. Her breast pushed up against her uniform and her skirt moved upwards, revealing the dark skin of her upper thigh through the dark pantyhose.

Spock felt that familiar stir within his loins again and he retreated into himself. He was Vulcan. Vulcan. He refused to admit that he was also half human. It would only remind his human half of its intense desire to mate.

"You have helped me immensely. I know I do not regularly express my…gratitude for your assistance. I am unsure how to communicate this. Dr. Chansi has informed me of human culture, and I am under the impression that humans show gratitude to their colleagues by paying for their meals. Is this assumption correct?"

Uhura nodded. Her lips were slightly pulled upwards in what he perceived to be restrained humor.

"As we both are in need of sustenance, it is only logical to ask if you would accompany me to a place of your choice to eat?"

"Hmmm…Actually there's an Andorian restaurant that I really want to go to." Uhura replied tilting her head and tapping her lips.

Spock watched her slender finger connect with her rounded mouth and almost groaned in pure irritation. For Vulcans, fingertips established psychic connections. They established intimacy and were as erotic for Vulcans as certain parts of the human anatomy were to human males.

"I believe that your sentence is an illogical human way of agreeing with my inquiry without actually answering my question. Is this correct?"

Uhura pursed her lips. She forgot that he could sometimes be very frustrating, especially when he insinuated that she was being illogical.

She didn't know whether to be pissed or turned on by his subsequent raised eyebrow.

"One of these days I'm going to find a handbook for you on the do's and don't's of human society. Number one being don't blatantly insult the logic of humans in front of one! Oh, it will also have a very thorough section on how not to be an %!" Uhura spat.

"I believe that you are trying to translate a word that does not exist in Vulcan." Spock said in confusion.

Uhura clenched her teeth.

When they arrived Spock was sure Uhura's temper had subsided.

Spock deduced that Uhura had been attempting to curse at him in Vulcan, as she was cursing in every possible language on the walk there. She seemed to have a fondness for Klingon curses and several heads turned as she entered the restaurant making a deep guttural sound followed by a snarl.

That one translated to let them die well in the bellies of a bastard coward…or some equivalent.

He knew he should have found her behavior to be inappropriate, as he was her commanding officer, but instead he found it…amusing. Despite the fact that her anger was unfounded and illogical. Besides, they were technically off duty.

"I'wq'" She was muttering in Klingon.

Their Andorian waiter didn't seem to mind, in fact, he was very amused and showed his humor with a raised antennae.

"I'll have the red bat and the smallest cup of Andorian ale." Uhura said with an apologetic smile.

Spock raised his eyebrow at her and said in flawless Andorian.

"I request the Andorian root soup and water."

The waiter nodded and smiled at them both.

"You make such a cute couple. Unusual, but cute."

Before either of them could vehemently protest he had placed his PADD in his apron and walked off.

"Commander Spock," Uhura said suddenly, her demeanor became professional and emotionless.

"Yes, Cadet Uhura?"

"I want to apologize for how I spoke to you before leaving the Academy and how I acted up until our time here. It was inappropriate and not a reflection of the character of a Cadet from Starfleet."

"That is alright, Cadet. I am well aware of the human condition."

Uhura chuckled. Who knew a Vulcan could be more irritating than Kirk?

"I will overlook that comment for now Commander Spock. But in return you have to tell me what you think of Professor Ledwig's article on theoretical matter. I am not as well versed as you in either vector calculus or super string theory but I believe the errors of his postulates are apparent."

Spock nodded absentmindedly.

"Quite. He makes assumptions on assumed mathematical theories. Your ability in calculus and physics are exemplary, Cadet, I assure you. If you were not fixated on becoming a xenolinguistics major I would suggest calculus. I have yet to meet a student with your ability to form logical mathematical conclusions. On the subject of Ledwig I am sure he will eventually realize the errors of his ways upon further experimentation."

"You mean when his theoretical matter explodes?"

"Precisely."

"Mmm, that was good. It was kind of small and the root was dry but it was really good. How did you like it, hmmm?" Uhura slurred and leaned against her Commander.

Spock held her up effortlessly but tried to place as much space between them as possible. This resulted in him carrying her almost like a human sized rag doll about two feet off the ground. Several pedestrians stared in half wonder and half fear for Uhura's life.

She was drunk.

It was quite apparent and he found this to be highly strange. He had witnessed humans drink before, and the intake of alcoholic beverage she consumed was not even half of the cup of a shot glass. And it was only one drink of Andorian liquor, hardly enough to-

It suddenly occurred to him that he had made an error.

"You are drunk, Cadet Uhura,"

"Buuut I only dr-drank one-one of those thingies!" Uhura moaned.

Spock pushed her as she tried to lay her head on his chest.

"Perhaps, but it was Andorian liquor, much more potent than human liquor. I should have warned you. It is not equivalent to drinking wine with a meal. And based on your small size it probably affected you quickly."

"But it tastes so good…"

Spock leaned her against the wall as he neared her quarters. Before pressing the com his Vulcan hearing picked up several moans and intimate sounds from within that made him pause. In his line of vision was also a red silk cloth taped to the door. A tie, an article of clothing for males.

Why was this in the female dorms?

Uhura stopped him from pressing the intercom by slapping his hand away and then pointing at the tie.

"That-that means there's company. Hiccup! Presumably a sex partner. I can't go in there." Uhura slurred.

Spock almost frowned.

"You will need assistance. The Andorian liquor will eventually lead to what humans call a "hangover"."

"I know!" Uhura said too loudly.

"The logical decision is to take you to sickbay."

"No! What's wrong-wrong….with…you? If anyone knew I got drunk on a school night with a professor my reputation and yours as well would be ruined." She hissed.

"It would seem inappropriate but if I were to explain-"

"People would still come to conclusions because that's what non-Vulcans do."

Spock felt his jaw twitch. He was very sure that this human female had produced more physical manifestations of his irritation than any creature or thing in the Universe.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"The logical! The logical conclusion….oh, the conclusion is to go to your quarters." She sniffed and collapsed in his arms.

Spock sighed.

He was never showing his gratitude again.