I want to apologize for taking so long with this chapter. I hope it makes sense because I was reading the reviews and saw a comment that pointed out a mistake I made... Anyway anonymous reviewer, thanks for the tip!

Also, enjoy this medium sized chapter as I wrote another :)

Spock and Nyota's relationship changed the evening of the fight. They were no longer friends, but rather in that awkward stage where the girl and the guy both like each other but do nothing about it. Nyota, unable to look Spock in the face due to his injuries avoided him like the plague and it wasn't long before everyone in the house knew what had happened.

Everywhere she went, she heard people gossiping about the fight. Every time she heard the story, it changed. The men and women who worked in the kitchens said that one of the attackers was holding her against her will while the gardeners said that the fight occurred in a bar. Nyota shook her head in disbelief.

"So stupid." She said to herself.

As she walked upstairs to her room, she heard rock music. Strange she thought. She slowly made her war towards the music and ended up in front of Spock's bedroom. Why do I always seem to find myself here? She asked herself. She knocked on the door twice before it swiftly opened.

"Nyota." Spock said, surprised.

"Hi." She said, quietly.

The two stared at each other for a few moments before Spock realized that Nyota was blushing.

"Are you feeling ill?" He asked worried.

She smiled, covering her face as she said "You're not wearing pants."

It took Spock half a second to digest what had just been said. His ears turned a dark shade of green and he quickly slammed the door shut. Nyota heard Spock mumbling to himself as he recklessly searched for pants. A few moments later, the door re-opened and Nyota and Spock were once again facing each other.

"My apologies, Nyota." He said breathlessly.

"It's quite alright Spock." She replied. "Why are you breathing so heavily though?" She questioned. "Aren't Vulcans able to…?"

She didn't finish her question as Spock grabbed her arm and rushed her inside his room.

"What's wrong?" She asked wide-eyed.

"Don't say a word!" He said forcefully.

She stared as Spock put his ear to the door, something she found quite strange. She didn't know what to do or how to react so she just remained in her current, awkward position, staring at a shirtless Spock. As the minutes passed, Nyota couldn't help but ask what was going on and why he was behaving in such a strange way. He removed himself from the door, making sure no one was around and turned to her.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I haven't been avoiding you." She said as a matter-of-factly.

"You are a terrible liar." He said mockingly. "You have been avoiding me. Why?"

"I've been busy with other things."

"What 'other things' could you possibly be doing while on Vulcan?"

"Why are you so into my business?"

"Do I not have a right to be 'into your business'?"

"Not without my permission, you don't."

He stared at her and took a step forward. Nyota took a step back.

"Are you afraid of me?" He whispered.

"No."

"Then why did you back away?"

She remained quiet. He took a few more steps towards her. They were but mere inches away from each other. Spock closed the gap between them and Nyota closed her eyes. She could feel his breath on her. It was the most exhilarating moment of her life, but it seemed to never come.

Spock, looking down at Nyota did not know what to do. He's watched movies and knew what came next, but it did not seem right to him. Something was missing. Perhaps it was the wrong song playing or the fact that he was not wearing a shirt or perhaps it was the fact that they were in his room.

Eventually, Nyota opened her eyes. Not only was Spock there, he was staring at her, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

"What?"

He ignored her comment and whispered to her. "You mean more to me than you will ever know."

"You're a cheese ball, Spock."

"You've just ruined the moment."

She shrugged her shoulder and turned away from him. "I'm pretty sure there will be other 'moments'." He chuckled. "What's this? Did the mighty Spock laugh? Are Vulcans even capable of such an act?" She said jokingly.

"Ah, but Nyota, I am but half-Vulcan therefore I am capable of laughing."

She lied down on his bed looking at his ceiling, thinking of what just happened moments before as Spock changed into a shirt, content that they could now move on from the previous night's events.

- One Love