[Aftermath] - [Day 17, NVC] - [Uhura, Len]
She knew she couldn't stay in her room forever, but in the aftermath of the madness, as her sense of self came back to her, it had seemed, for some days, the only possible option. The streets were a wilderness, unpredictable and unknown. She might have bumped into anybody: the Captain (awful), or his Spock (somehow worse, since he must know), or - Len (undoubtedly worst of all). In her mind, she built Jim up again into the archetypal captain, formality of thought the only defence against the memory of his heat inside of her, the want there that was not an invention of the fever.
She really could have done without this.
But, sooner or later, she would have to get over it. And the fact remained that, while some part of her mind balked in fear at the thought of talking to Len, at admitting what she had done so shortly after their tantalisingly chaste dinner, another part wanted to call him, to see him. And the only way to do that was to push on through this embarrassment. She couldn't let it control her.
She could pretend it had never happened. That was what she would do. She could pretend it had never happened, and resume where they had left off, and it would be fine.
A message, then.
Dear Leonard,
I think more than enough time has passed since our last meeting, don't you? I'd love to see you, if you don't have prior engagements. Come and see me? Any time is fine. I have a free house and a variety of unwise food choices.
If today is no good, when would be?
Yours,
Nyota
She really could have done without this.
But, sooner or later, she would have to get over it. And the fact remained that, while some part of her mind balked in fear at the thought of talking to Len, at admitting what she had done so shortly after their tantalisingly chaste dinner, another part wanted to call him, to see him. And the only way to do that was to push on through this embarrassment. She couldn't let it control her.
She could pretend it had never happened. That was what she would do. She could pretend it had never happened, and resume where they had left off, and it would be fine.
A message, then.
Dear Leonard,
I think more than enough time has passed since our last meeting, don't you? I'd love to see you, if you don't have prior engagements. Come and see me? Any time is fine. I have a free house and a variety of unwise food choices.
If today is no good, when would be?
Yours,
Nyota