/AN: So someday I might actually remember to make a schedule for posting my backlog. For now you just get to deal with whenever I remember. This sort little snippet is the + 1 for this fic. Have fun. /AN
"Hey, Nyota, are you doing okay?" Jim said plopping down next to her in the officer's mess.
"Kirk, what the hell are you talking about?"
"You know, with the breakup."
Nyota blinked at Kirk for a full minute. She was really damn certain Christine and her were doing really well. What the hell break up- oh. "You mean Spock and I?" He nods. "Jim that was over a year ago."
Kirk's brows furrowed in confusion. "But-"
"I've been dating Chapel for 13 months Kirk."
Jim grins at that. "Oh really? That's hot."
"Pervert," she laughs.
"But if you've been," the confusion was back, now with a measure of hurt. "Why didn't he tell me?"
"I don't know Jim. Spock and I, we're still friends. We should have always been friends. I love him sure, but I'm not in love with him. I wasn't ever really. But I am in love with Christine. And I'm pretty sure he was never in love with me either."
Kirk slumped and picked at the food on his plate. "You guys always seemed so in love."
Nyota laughed. "I told myself I was I guess. Even I never believed it I don't think. I liked him well enough, but he was a consolation prize."
Kirk looked shocked and hurt and a little horrified. "Why then?"
Nyota shrugged. "Gaila wouldn't give me the time of day."
Kirk's eyes widened. "Oh. Fuck." They were both silent for a moment. "Wait, 13 months, that's…"
"We broke up just after you woke up."
"Wha-"
"When you died, well, it became pretty clear we were both spending our lives with the wrong person."
Kirk stared at Uhura for a long while, letting that sink in, breakfast forgotten.
"Are you, are you saying?"
"You should go talk to Spock."
Kirk knocked over his chair as he left.
Nyota was going to kill Spock later.