Trekfic.
Random Trekfic is random.
Reboot, Spock/Uhura, Academy days. It's been rattling around in my head all day. Feedback would be awesome. 327 words. Totally off the cuff and unbeta'd.
EDIT: What should I call it? Like... how hard do I fail at titles? Really hard.
Her first term as an aide, she was assigned to Commander Spock’s Vulcan Phonology course. She was possibly the first cadet ever to not complain about the assignment, and she was definitely the first cadet ever to request it again the second term.
There was no point in denying (at least to herself) that she was attracted to Commander Spock, but that wasn’t actually the reason why she requested the aide position the second term. It really wasn’t.
It was because she had learned more from him in three months than she would’ve learned from anyone else in three years. Uhura had never had trouble understanding anything she set her mind to, but something about the way Spock explained and illustrated his points, the way he engaged with her questions without patronizing her, the way she knew every criticism and every praise would be absolutely true, made things just click.
They would often have conversations in Vulcan, Spock pausing occasionally to correct her pronunciation or word choice, but sometimes they would go ten, fifteen, thirty minutes, Uhura listening as the sounds rolled off her tongue, forming her mouth around the strange words as they discussed music, or poetry, or went over Starfleet regulation code, and she started seeing occasionally what she thought might be the hint of a smile around the corners of his eyes.
He would say, “Excellent work, Cadet,” and perhaps give her something to translate for their next appointment, something to challenge her and stretch her boundaries and keep her mind sharp in between grading first-year essays.
And one day he said, “Excellent work, Cadet,” and before she even thought about it, she said, “My name is Nyota.”
Spock paused very briefly, and said, “I am aware of your given name.”
“Yes, I mean. You can call me Nyota, if you’d like.”
He inclined his head slightly, and she thought she saw that look around his eyes again, when he said, “Thank you, Nyota.”
Reboot, Spock/Uhura, Academy days. It's been rattling around in my head all day. Feedback would be awesome. 327 words. Totally off the cuff and unbeta'd.
EDIT: What should I call it? Like... how hard do I fail at titles? Really hard.
Her first term as an aide, she was assigned to Commander Spock’s Vulcan Phonology course. She was possibly the first cadet ever to not complain about the assignment, and she was definitely the first cadet ever to request it again the second term.
There was no point in denying (at least to herself) that she was attracted to Commander Spock, but that wasn’t actually the reason why she requested the aide position the second term. It really wasn’t.
It was because she had learned more from him in three months than she would’ve learned from anyone else in three years. Uhura had never had trouble understanding anything she set her mind to, but something about the way Spock explained and illustrated his points, the way he engaged with her questions without patronizing her, the way she knew every criticism and every praise would be absolutely true, made things just click.
They would often have conversations in Vulcan, Spock pausing occasionally to correct her pronunciation or word choice, but sometimes they would go ten, fifteen, thirty minutes, Uhura listening as the sounds rolled off her tongue, forming her mouth around the strange words as they discussed music, or poetry, or went over Starfleet regulation code, and she started seeing occasionally what she thought might be the hint of a smile around the corners of his eyes.
He would say, “Excellent work, Cadet,” and perhaps give her something to translate for their next appointment, something to challenge her and stretch her boundaries and keep her mind sharp in between grading first-year essays.
And one day he said, “Excellent work, Cadet,” and before she even thought about it, she said, “My name is Nyota.”
Spock paused very briefly, and said, “I am aware of your given name.”
“Yes, I mean. You can call me Nyota, if you’d like.”
He inclined his head slightly, and she thought she saw that look around his eyes again, when he said, “Thank you, Nyota.”