Uhura
"SweartoGod, Uhura - we shoulda done the calendar with you. You'reanatural!"
Spock stalked the football players in the park - this was no "game" to him. Cameras surrounded the playing field, the 13 male participants and his bonded mate - the only female player on the field. From the center of the commotion a familiar and annoying voice directed the photography.
"Okay-okay-okay! I need one with Uhura leaping for a catch and maybe four of you grabbing her legs while she's in the air. Be sure you don't hurt my very valuable property, you goons!"
Spock sped up. A mass moved towards the football game from the opposite end of the park. Uhura's "team" snapped the ball and she took off, fast and graceful and determined. She stiff-armed a defender to the delighted encouragement of Donal Soon-to-be-Deceased Trumpe.
"Sellit-Sellit-SELL IT! Uhura-baby you gotta leave Starfleet! LemmemakeyouRICH!"
"I'm open!"
This information came from Spock's mate and alerted the defense to her location. To a man, the entire opposing team gave vigorous chase to the athletic beauty.
The mass upshifted another Vulcan gear and accelerated. The shape made a sound like a male lion in battle mode. All heads but one turned towards the roar.
"Whatthehell!? Security! Stop that whateveritis! It's ruining my shoot!" Donal commanded. Donal's sub-average height and strength meant only the chair he was standing on heard his puny shout.
The shape bared its teeth in a very menacing way.
"Throw it!" Uhura yelled to her distracted quarterback.
The shape hit maximum Vulcan velocity and became a blur aimed at Uhura. The ball left the quarterback's hands at the same time the warning left his mouth-
"HEY! Get off the field! Uhura LOOKOUT!"
The defense - with a choice of looking at the ball, the blur or the babe in the midriff t-shirt and track mini-shorts - made a very male choice and kept their attention on Uhura. Four of them might get lucky and get their hands on her when she caught that pass.
Security made the wise decision to slow their roll in the direction of trouble. Their medical insurance didn't cover injuries caused by escaped wild African predatorory cats, and that roar sounded ominous.
"Come to mama..." came from Uhura as she leapt, looking the pass into her hands.
That's when seven strapping males found themselves plowed under by a Vulcan freight train.
"HeyyouHeyyouHeyyou! You're screwing up my work. Get outta here! Where's Security!?" Donal screamed at the top of his weasel whine. Security looked around for assistance (as if their uniforms weren't a dead giveaway that they were the assistance).
"I... gotcha!" announced the nubian supermodel, the ball landing perfectly in her outstretched hands.
"You are mine!..." announced the blur, Uhura landing perfectly in Spock's outstretched arms.
Spock growled at Security (who remained casually seated on the sidelines in chairs with their names on the back), threw Uhura over his shoulder and jogged towards the hotel.
"Same as last game..." S'chn T'gai Nyota Uhura laughed to herself.
From the back of Spock, Uhura gave Donal a thumbs-up and a wink. Donal grinned back and shouted his own brand of farewell.
"Any time, Uhura. I'll send the proofs in a couple months!"
The plan worked.
After days of making up and sleeping from making up, Spock spoke.
"I apologize, k'diwa."
"For agreeing to that scheme of Komack's or for trying to suppress my memory of it?"
"For not realizing how my... exposure in those images upset you. I had not fully realized that you are as protective of those things which are only yours as I am of those which are only mine.
"I did not mean to upset you, Nyota."
Turning slowly in deference to some very sore internal parts, Nyota's cool hand stroked his cheek and chin before sliding to his chest.
"I apologize too, ashayam. I might have over-reacted to Donal's edits. I think I scared Sulu and Kirk."
"You certainly made your point with those 'new' Starfleet assignments. How did you accomplish the languages certification?"
"Admiral Matoskah, our old boss in xenoliguistics at the Academy. I sent him logs of Kirk's screw-ups due to his languages 'allergy' and Matoskah went to Barnett. Remember - the Enterprise crew is the 'best of the best'. If Kirk is screwing up that badly, imagine what Starfleet thinks of the rest of the captains.
"Besides - either you or your other self will be able to teach him. I know that's why we got this 'medical' vacation. The other 'you' must be buried in Jim's head by now. Don't worry; I made sure there's a written part on the exam - I asked Matoskah to make it up so I'd be fair."
"And Lieutenant Sulu?"
"Honest - I thought they'd only send him once! It's funny when you think about it..."
"Nyota, he is undergoing bio-hazard decontamination after every Gorn conference. He is in counseling for post traumatic stress disorder. He's become a strict vegetarian. A Gorn female has filed a paternity suit against him."
Uhura laughed hard despite the discomfort from days of love-making.
"And before you ask, I had NOTHING to do with Scotty - he just refuses to believe Carol's explanation."
"Dr. McCoy mentioned 'Purgatory' when I inquired about his next destination after the last bridge officer's meeting." Spock offered as an incentive for further retaliation confessions.
Nyota snugged against Spock's Vulcan-hot side and exhaled.
"Leonard's been drinking more than usual. After the calendar came out, Abby told me he started comming her every other day - which is unusual for Len. He misses her and he misses Jo-Jo. Maybe all the attention unnerved him.
"Abby asked if I'd help expedite her application for the Enterprise medical staff practicum and I did. And maybe I made sure Len's notifications arrived late so he wouldn't object? She's worried - Len's drinking himself to death with Jim's unintentional assistance. Abby and Jo-Jo are the only ones who can save Leonard from himself.
"I wasn't trying to punish him. Len needs support... We're like family to Len, but sometimes we're not enough to keep him from being lonely. Jo-Jo's growing up so fast and Len knows he's not there to experience it with Abby...
"I care about Leonard; he's always taken care of me... Like you do..."
Spock considered her words; she'd absolved Scotty and McCoy of responsibility in the calendar fiasco. Those human eyes, inherited from Amanda, took on a sad quality before he spoke again.
"Am I truly forgiven?"
"Would I have been in this bed naked for the past four days if you weren't?"
"You were shielding until four days ago; I did not know..."
The guilty expression on her face surprised him. Their bond link pulsed with her remorse.
"I shielded because everything I made for you was loaded with cinnamon. I wanted to make sure you'd come after me on game day.
"I'm sorry too, Spohkh."
Spock considered this as he rolled her on top of him.
"I would prefer those pictures of you not be published. I heard Donal's intent in spite of my need for you."
Donal Trumpe and Nyota Uhura established a peace, of sorts. In exchange for Donal's help demonstrating to Spock what it felt like to be bonded to a sex object, Uhura agreed to intercede with her mother.
Mrs. Uhura had filed 682 breach of contract lawsuits - on Risa - against Donal, his companies, his investors, his partners, his bankers, his attourneys, his parents and siblings and any future children he might have. M'Umbha Uhura meant to take everything Donal owned down to his fake hair and bad comb-over. Without Nyota's intervention, Lawler Everright would have heard the case on Risa in a month.
A naughty grin communicated Nyota's readiness to resume the apologies.
"Then I suggest you spend the rest of our vacation persuading me not to sign Donal's contract.
"My mother's reviewing it - in Africa."
Spock kissed her, rolling them again so he could look down upon this beautiful, brilliant, loving, mercurial and Machiavellian mate he'd bonded to.
"You exhibit the cunning of a Romulan, Nyota Uhura. I am beginning to understand why Uhuras are a formidable clan."
As he kissed her thoroughly, their telepathic rapport exposed tendrils of a thought deep in the recesses of his mind, almost too deep for her to retrieve.
Our child will be formidable; just like my Uhura mate...