"OH!"
Uhura shot straight up in their bed, visions of the court hearing and the shuttle trip swimming in her eyes as nausea swam around her insides. Rolling and sliding to a standing position, she sprinted to the facilities and left whatever she'd tried to eat before her nap in the commode.
When she exited the bathroom after cleaning up, Spock met her with a tall glass of cool ginger ale - the real stuff - and concern.
"Why didn't you wake me? What a dream!"
Spock's reticence to answer narrowed her dark, soulful eyes into slits.
"You're shielding," she accused.
While the casual observer might consider Spock's present expression placid, anyone familiar with Vulcans understood his dilemma. Calculating the answer with the highest probability of keeping them in the same bed required time, even for a genius.
"K'diwa, I underestimated the vivid nature or telepathic power of your dreams. My commitment to your welfare -"
Not a single lie emerged in all those technicalities.
"Spohkh, it's fine. Sometimes my dreams confuse me too, ashayam."
Approaching his outstretched hand, she took the offered drink in one of her own and sipped cautiously before stroking his cheek lightly with the back of her other hand.
Their bond told him her disobedient stomach enjoyed the ginger ale.
"Do you wish to share your dream with me, k'diwa?"
"Just read it through our bond, silly." she playfully chided, walking slowly into their living area.
"Ashayam?" she nudged him to get more information.
Spock joined her on the couch, settling her across his lap where he could massage her recently taxed stomach muscles.
"If it would not tire you, I would ask that you share this with me."
The tears in her eyes unnerved Spock. He was still collecting and processing data on her recent moods.
Spock might be the only Vulcan alive capable of hope - and right now he hoped desperately that her feelings were touched by his request and not that his wife's evil twin was about to rain misery down on him. Again.
"As you wish, beloved.
"It started when Jim got a call from Komack about posing for a swimsuit calendar with you, Jim, McCoy, Scotty and Sulu..."