Soul Bound 06/? (Hermione/Spock - R)
Title: Soul Bound - 06
Categories: Harry Potter, Star Trek AOS/Reboot/IX/2009
Type: gen, het, romance, drama, scifi, supernatural
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Hermione/nu!Spock
For: crossbigbang
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood and co, JK Rowling does. I don’t know Trekverse and associated characters, Paramount and various other holding companies do.
Author Notes: See the Master Post for full notes.
AU after B7 Deathly Hallows; ignore the epilogue. AU to Star Trek Reboot the movie. The Narada destroys the Kelvin but the events in the movie have changed because Spock’s motivation, character, and history have changed since he met a particular little girl. Butterfly Effect.
Acknowledgments: Janni, for the art created and my beta Kit.
Last Edited: June 11, 2011, Please note this may be revised & updated.
Summary: Nyota Uhura doesn't understand why the Vulcan professor isn't interested in her. Jim Kirk meets a Vulcan he thinks he can relate to. Hermione informs Spock of their progress.
AN: AU core events of ST Reboot, the Academy Arc.
~ooO 06 Prelude to Action Ooo~
Nyota Uhura sighed as she made her way across campus to her favourite class: Advanced Romulan Formal Syntax. It was a new language that was different enough to be a real challenge. And it was being taught by one of the few instructors who saw her as an intelligent capable woman, not just another pretty bimbo. It was such a pity Professor Spock actually obeyed the rules about no sexual relationships with students.
If he ever gave her even the slightest hint of interest Uhura would have immediately change sections to not have him as her on-record instructor.
"Nyota, I don't understand you," the green-skinned Orion cadet with bright red curls complained as she matched her stride to her darker-skinned friend. "Vulcans are Cold. They are only passionate about intellectual things, not people. You might deny it but you are too passionate to have a long-term relationship with a Vulcan."
Nyota's expression firmed and her chin lifted. "That is why Spock is perfect for me, Gaila. He's half-human with a human mother. He would be familiar with human women. I just have to make him see I can be the perfect woman for him. We do share intellectual interests and hobbies. He is interested in the latest research advancements on the Universal Translator and music."
Gaila Tinnamon was sceptical. "I don't know Nyota, that seems pretty lame. Why would he be interested in You?"
Nyota grinned smugly. "Because I'm not making an obvious display of chasing him."
"Is that why you've been cutting down on your clubbing time?"
"Spock does not gossip but I don't want anything potentially negative getting back to him."
"This is silly! You're changing yourself for a Male. Something you said you'd never do!"
"He's worth it."
"He's Vulcan. He might be half-human but he has chosen to follow Vulcan traditions, not human norms. You don't know what he really wants."
"Amanda Grayson caught his father's interest. If she could attract Ambassador Sarek, I should have no problem getting Commander Spock's interest."
"Amanda Grayson has lived for years on Vulcan. She had to change her mannerisms, learn the traditions as well as the language to fit in. Vulcans might be logical in academia and their professional lives but in private it is a whole other story. I've heard the males dominate the females in private and some even claim Vulcan females as chattel!"
Nyota waved her Orion friend's concerns off. "Don't be silly. Those are just rumours. If there is any truth to it, a human woman as intelligent and capable as Ms Grayson would never have stayed married to a Vulcan. She might be restrained in public but I find it impossible to believe she would remain so controlled in private."
Gaila shrugged. She at least tried to change Nyota's mind.
They parted ways, Gaila to the Cochran Theoretical Physics Building and Nyota to the Sato Linguistics Wing.
Nyota checked her appearance in a reflective window before proceeding to her classroom. She hoped she had a few minutes after class to talk to her instructor about her application to be his TA. It was a bit risky but Nyota wanted the opportunity to get to know him better; to demonstrate her capabilities and interest in him.
~o~
Spock did not sigh as he observed his best linguistics student enter the small auditorium designed to seat fifty. Currently it had thirty four occupants, including himself.
He ignored Nyota Uhura's subtle attempts to get his attention while he waited for the last stragglers to arrive. He wished she would stop her flirations. If he did not have a bondmate in T'Mia, he might have been interested in forming a relationship with an attractive and intelligent female. But he did and he was not interested in another who would not be even half as suitable as T'Mia. If he were human, he would have announced his current marital state, but he was Vulcan and unwilling to sacrifice his privacy to spare the emotional sensibilities of a student chasing her own instructor.
His internal time sense indicated it was precisely eight hundred hours. He automatically moved to the center of the dais and began today's lecture on the variations in phrasing for present, present past, past, and distant past in Formal High Romulan. As always, he had reviewed and prepared his lecture notes ahead of time as always so there was no difficulty in starting the class with only part of his focus on his current surroundings. His students knew to listen and hold questions off until he reached the end of each block of lesson.
It was a useful technique for teaching species with shorter attention spans than Vulcans. T'Mia and Hari had helped him refine his teaching style. T'Mia went through each set of lecture notes he created and edited the material for a non-Vulcan student. Hari had suggested using different techniques to create interest and focus in more easily distracted students; including a free-flow interactive practical component in each class, not just during lab sessions. Spock now reserved fifteen minutes at the end of each class for a word association game in the language being studied. It improved and shared vocabulary, syntax, cultural connotations, and comprehension.
Once he had gone through the bulk of the material to be covered, Spock started the free-for-all word association and watched and listened, occasionally providing more depth and clarification. Usually he would end the practice session five minutes before the end of class, for an open Q&A session but today he was too tense to ignore unwanted emotional displays. He ignored Uhura's unhappy expression as she waited until the last possible minute before leaving. She had a class across campus right after this one.
Once she left, he relaxed internally and began answering questions from his slower but still hard working and capable students. Before T'Mia, he would have left as soon as class ended and requested any questions sent to his mail account or limited to his posted office hours. Now it was his policy to hold 'office hours' half hour right after his lectures, in the same room or the closest available classroom. Students hesitated to approach him on his own ground, in his office, but they were more willing to approach him right after a class.
He answered questions easily until he felt her. She was near, on campus. His internal time sense informed him she was early for their pre-arranged meeting. He stood up and began packing his PADDs and data chips into his messenger bag.
"Today's session is at an end. Send any questions you may have to my mail account or hold them for our next class. I will be sending a message in the next few hours regarding classes for the rest of this week. They may be cancelled on short notice, so check your mail accounts frequently."
~o~
Nyota was sulking. Another crash and burn! What was Spock made of? Stone? Why didn't he show even the slightest hint of interest? Uhura knew she was attractive and desirable so why was Spock always avoiding her? She knew he socialized. Mainly with other officers and Academy instructors though. Maybe that was it! She just had to focus on getting through the Academy. Once she graduated there would be no real barrier to their relationship. Well, there was rank, but who cared!
"Uhura!"
Nyota ignored the blonde cadet calling out her name. He did not take the hint and was soon jogging along side her.
"When are you going to give me a name, Cadet Uhura?" He asked in cheerful teasing tones though his jewel bright blue eyes were unexpectedly serious.
"Never. I'm not interested in dating you, farm-boy."
He clutched at his chest. "You wound me!"
Nyota stopped and glared at Jim Kirk. He was everything she despised in a male. If she ever agreed to date him he would drop her like a used napkin within a week. Men like Kirk had no staying power, no desire to commit.
"Beat it, Kirk. Go chase some civilian bimbo. I'm not interested in being another notch in your belt. In anyone's belt."
She spun around so fast her pony tail smacked him in the face before marching away.
~o~
Jim Kirk watched Uhura storm away for a few minutes before making his way to the Alpha Quad. He already knew her name. Nyota. Nyota Uhura. Star of Freedom. He just wanted her to tell him, to give him permission to get to know her better. Jim didn't know why he bothered. She was just as bad as all the rest who only saw George Kirk's son. Jim had very few friends who saw and accepted him as he was. Uhura was bright and smart; he had hoped she would turn out to be one of the few who'd see past the illusions and bravado and get to know the real Jim Kirk. Too bad she was as blind as all the other sheep.
"Oh man. Did you see that?"
"That is one Fine piece of machinery."
Jim blinked and found he had to agree. The hoverbike was a custom built number; sleek, solid, and powerful. He pushed his way through the throng to see it land in a space usually reserved for visiting VIPs. A security guard pushed his way to approach the bike and rider who had yet to dismount.
"I'm afraid you have to move. Parking is restricted to VIPs or those with special permits."
The rider dismounted smoothly. The forest green riding-fleathers (faux leather) pulled taunt against the curves of her hips, thighs and butt. The legs were tucked into old-fashioned knee-high lace-up black boots. The matching forest-green double-zipped fleather jacket settled down to her hips. Black gloved hands reached up to undo the zips to reach into an inner pocket to produce a small ID chit.
The security guard scanned it and raised both eyebrows. "Sorry about that Miss Neejeev Soorwin." He stumbled over the pronunciation.
The gloved hands reached up to undo the helmet straps and tug the protective device off her head and settle it on her bike.
Her face was pretty, not drop-dead gorgeous with light brown -almost gold- eyes and darker brown hair in braids wrapped around her head.
"It is all right, Ensign. You can call me T'Mia." Her voice was clear and carrying with a polished British accent.
Jim watched as she tugged off her driving gloves and stored them in her jacket pocket before reaching up to tuck some loose strands of hair back. He froze when he caught sight of her ears. Delicately formed with pointed tips. Slanted eyebrows. Vulcan.
Jim had never seen a female Vulcan in anything but bulky robes and layers. He never realized there were Vulcans cool enough to wear fleather, Vulcans who owned and used custom-built bikes. She was really different from the run-of-the mill Vulcans on Earth. He wondered what she was doing on campus with a VIP pass.
The Ensign nodded. "Do you need a guide Miss T'Mia?"
"Unnecessary. My associate knows I have arrived. He will be joining me presently."
The Ensign accepted her refusal and began dispersing the crowd. "All right folks, I know you have classes, labs, and study sessions to go to so get going! Gawking is not going to help you finish your assignments or pass your next test!"
Kirk waited for the Ensign to return to his regular patrol route before approaching the Vulcan female.
"Hi there. Nice bike."
She turned in his direction and blinked slowly. Her eyes were a shade of rich dark bees honey. "Your appreciation is noted." Her head tilted to one side. "You are James Tiberius Kirk. Son of George Samuel Kirk, Captain of the Kelvin."
Jim's expression fell slightly before he rallied. "Yeah." And he waited for it. She said nothing. "You don't have anything else to say?"
She raised one brow. "What am I supposed to say? I do not know of you or your accomplishments. Should I praise you for something your father did?"
Jim rocked back on his metamorphical heels. Maybe he was trying to make friends in the wrong species. Vulcans were way too logical to get into the George Kirk hero-worship hype. But then again they were also too logical to make friends and hang out, or feel emotions.
He did not know what to say. Before he could figure out something her expression changed; her eyes lit up in pleasure though her facial muscles did not shift at all. She turned to the secondary entry point into the Sato Linguistics Wing.
He turned to see what she was seeing. A tall, slimly built male in instructor blacks moving gracefully around the cadets loitering on the steps before making his way down the shallow wide treads. His black hair lay flat and was cut in an uncool bowl-style that accented the pointed ears and slanted eyebrows. He was Vulcan. There was only one Vulcan in Starfleet; too militaristic for Vulcan pacifists. What was his name again?
"Spock." The interesting Vulcan babe knew him. "I greet thee." She raised one hand, fingers shaped into the ta'al Vulcans used instead of a handshake.
"And I greet thee. Did you encounter any difficulty?" The Commander asked evenly.
"None. The permits Sarek arranged for are suitably all-encompassing." She removed a passenger helmet and a black fleather jacket from the bike's storage compartment and handed each one in turn to the Vulcan Commander. Then she slipped her own helmet on, the visor up, and began strapping the buckles tight.
The Vulcan Commander donned the helmet and slipped the jacket on before tightening the straps on the helmet and sealing the jacket up. His jacket was cut differently; it was longer hitting mid-thigh with a collar that stood up and had two layers to protect against strong winds.
Jim watched as the female straddled the hoverbike first, and the other male settle behind her gripping on one handgrip only. He watched as she donned one glove and brushed her bare fingers over the Commander's hand on her belly, his arm wrapped around her waist. Their fingers entwined and meshed before separating and she donned the glove. He watched as she revved up the engine and pulled up and away in scant seconds.
The manoeuvre would look insane to most, but to Jim who was an avid biker himself saw the action as a demonstration of competence, skill and trust. The shifting gees of an additional passenger could have easily caused the bike to somersault. They clearly had performed similar manoeuvres before; there was no friction or hesitation in how their bodies shifted to compensate for each other. They trusted each other.
Jim wished he could find someone who'd trust him like that, someone who He could trust. As he watched the bike vanish in the distance, he wondered if they were more than just friends. Did Vulcans have casual lovers or one-night stands?
~o~
"That was James Tiberius Kirk."
Hermione had no difficulty hearing Spock through the earpieces and mics built into the helmets.
"Yes." She agreed. She was more interested in getting to the embassy than talking about James Kirk.
"You did not wish to initiate a 'rapport' with him."
"I did not." She agreed blandly. "Besides it is not my responsibility. You are the one who will primarily be working with him in the future."
Spock hesitated. "He is important but right now he is a cadet and not one of my students. If someone asks, I have no logical explanation for interacting with him."
"Then I suggest keeping an eye on him. When it is time make sure he is on the Enterprise with you and Captain Pike."
They were at the Vulcan Embassy now. Hermione allowed Sapern, the newest intern, to park her bike while she and Spock made their way to the small lab in the basement.
It was natural to not smile now but she could not stop the fierce joy and eager thrill from spilling through her bond with Spock.
"You have succeeded." It was a statement of fact. Few things other than success could generate such a strong emotional reaction in her.
"Would you care to speculate on what?" She inquired archly.
He watched as she removed a titanium carrying case from the walk-in safe and brought it over to the table where he was seated. He watched as she opened the case to reveal slim vanadium pins with crystal heads the size of a three millimetre bead.
"You know I do not speculate without at least some facts."
"These are the latest generation of the magical batteries our Consortium has produced. Each pin has the potential to power a Level three spell for five hours before being expended.
Spock frowned. Level three spells were fairly basic spells that were taught in Hermione's fifth year of magical training. This was not all so he waited for her to continue.
"We have determined the math to interconnect each battery so it can act as a generator."
"You mentioned it before. You succeeded in powering a conventional rural town with a population of less than ten-thousand for a month."
"We have succeeded in designing a matrix that can power a Level nine spell. Fidelius."
Spock's eyes widened in shock and comprehension. "Show me."
She stood up and withdrew a clear crystal cube covered with tiny pinholes. Swiftly she began setting the pins in the holes in some pattern Spock did not recognize. "I will cast the Fidelius, you will be the Secret Keeper. Once I have Hidden this lab you can bring in the Security Team to try and break the protection."
Spock watched as she produced her Lebanese cedar with braided thestral hair wand to cast the spell. He frowned as his perceptions altered slightly and her voice whispered in his mind. T'Mia's primary lab is located behind the third door on the right after exiting the turbolift on L2 of the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco, North America, Terra, Sol System.
She stood up and began walking. "Follow me." Spock frowned and obeyed.
They exited the lab and watched the door slide closed behind them.
Hermione smirked. "Send for the Security team. Let them try to find the room. Ask them to record the methods they used and make a report for you."
Spock raised a slanted brow. "And what are we to do in the intervening time?"
"Amanda tells me there is a restaurant a few blocks away that does fusion cuisine using Japanese and Vulcan traditions. I took the liberty of making reservations for us."
Spock was amused though he did not reveal it. She sensed it through their bond. So she smirked as she listened to him contact the Embassy Security through the internal intercom and give them instructions.
"T'Mia's personal lab has been hidden using experimental means. Please use whatever resources you feel necessary to locate and enter the lab. Make a record of your actions and prepare a report. We will be leaving the embassy for the mid-day meal and returning in two point five six hours."
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~
Commander Tokhan of the VSF frowned as he scanned the latest reports created by his staff. When Sarek's son gave his subordinate the instructions he had believed it to be a child's game until Rehana came back with a tricorder and PADD of her preliminary report. The lab was no longer there. The door was missing. The volume of basement floor space containing the room was missing.
"It is like a subspace bubble," Rehana was fascinated and challenged. "The room is Not There. This is not cloaking technology where it is still possible to bump into the cloaked structure. Reality has somehow compensated for the rooms absence. The physics and mechanism to create this effect is unprecedented."
Tokhan frowned. "Could this effect be scaled up? To hide a ship or a space station?"
Rehana blinked rapidly. "It is possible but I cannot be certain."
"It can." Both Vulcans turned to the doorway. Sarek's son had returned with T'Mia.
Tokhan wondered just who she was. There was no record of her before her adoption by T'Pol and her association with T'Pau. Genetically she was more Vulcan than Spock but she was more open and willing to associate freely. Tokhan wondered on her biological parents and the lab that engineered her genetic template. It was highly doubtful they had permission from the High Council. Spock's conception and birth had been highly controversial and frowned-upon.
"Please bring wood pulp paper and an ink pen Commander."
Curious Tokhan followed the instructions before he and Rehana followed the pair into the basement.
Spock took the sheet and pen and wrote something on it before folding and handing it to the older Vulcan male.
Tokhan took the folded sheet and flattened it out to read the contents written in precise Standard script.
T'Mia's primary lab is located behind the third door on the right after exiting the turbolift on L2 of the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco.
Grey eyes went very wide as the universe twisted before his eyes and resolved into a closed doorway.
"How?" He wanted to know.
"Classified." Spock's response was short. "Please keep the sheet of paper safe or destroy it. Anyone who reads it will be able to enter the room. We estimate the power sources fueling the protection will be expended in thirty one hours. Please station a guard as that time approaches. Once the protection falls he or she must enter the room and retrieve the crystal cube on the work table. The device should be sent to Vrehn at the VSA using the same protections as highly sensitive diplomatic data. More so due to the classified nature of this project."
"Why do you not dismantle it and take it with you right now?" Rehana wanted to know.
"Setting up the field is easy." T'Mia explained. "Taking it down will set off power surges and other effects we are not prepared to answer. But if the power source dies out the field will collapse without anyone noticing unless they are deliberately looking in the direction of the door at the moment of collapse."
Tokhan nodded, understanding her reasoning. "Rehana will keep watch and make the trip on the next diplomatic shuttle to Vulcan."
T'Mia nodded. "If you have any concerns you may contact me through Spock on Earth or my clan matriarch, T'Pol on Vulcan."
Tokhan watched the pair retreat to the upper levels of the Embassy.
"They are bonded." Rehana said suddenly.
Tokhan blinked. "There is no record in either of their files."
Rehana waved her hand, a gesture she had adopted from humans.
"They are bonded. Their families must be keeping it quiet for some reason."
"Most likely."
~o~
Hermione restrained herself until they were in the private suite reserved for Sarek and his clan when they travelled to Earth. The moment the door closed and Spock activated the privacy locks she pounced on him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and one arm around his neck, resting her forehead on his.
"I want you." She confessed as she brushed her fingers over his lips and cheek. "It has been so long."
"Seven months, four days, one hour, twenty -."
And he was cut off as she kissed him hard.
Both were panting when they broken apart.
"Meld with me." It was an order.
He raised one brow as he moved to sit down on an armless chair, her straddling his lap, legs swinging free on either side of the chair. "As you wish."
He lifted one hand to settle against her psi points, an action she mimed on him.
"My mind to your mind." He began.
"Your thoughts to my thoughts." She concluded.
And they fell into each others minds. It was a welcome respite from the months they had been apart. They had stayed in touch through comm. messages and dream walking but both methods were not as fulfilling as skin-on-skin contact and a full mind meld.
"I wish I could stay longer." The regret was not audible in her voice but felt in their bond.
"What we discussed before still holds true."
"I know Spock. I just wish I could spend more time with you in private. I believe I am quite addicted to you."
Spock sighed softly. "I miss you as well. It is difficult being alone when I know what I am lacking by being away from you."
They did not move content to be just close to each other. It was time before she spoke.
"As I informed the Commander, the Fidelius works on large scale as well. We successfully hid a research outpost of five-hundred, a TKhut-class warship, and an entire Minshara class moon with a colony of fifteen-thousand."
"And the power requirements?" Spock wanted to know.
"We are using Vulcan's natural leylines to charge the crystals. T'Pau introduced me to T'Rei, the Head Priestess of Seleya, two weeks after you left. The Temple at Seleya has an archive of material from pre-Surakian times. At one point in Vulcan's history there were mages, multi-talented and very powerful psis. Unfortunately such talents have a strong emotional component so there are no more mages. Few traits still pass through certain family lines; like prophecy or healing. Most of the priestesses have such talents but nothing like a full-blown mage."
Spock stilled. "They are fairy tales. Myths."
"And myths have a core of truth," Hermione murmured softly as she rested on top of him. "Only those in the upper ranks know about me and the others. T'Rei was not happy when she found out we are bonded. I think T'Pau delayed my introduction until after we bonded for that reason. If you didn't persuade me I probably would have joined the Sisterhood as a priestess," she felt him still and stroked his chest in reassurance. "But now I am not interested. Not when I have you." He relaxed.
"What else have you discovered?"
"Vulcan's leylines are deep but strong. Teams of scientists and priestesses are remapping the leylines using special tricorders. We have permission from the spiritual and secular ranks to build special stations at the nodes, where two or more leylines cross. Each station will focus on producing and charging the crystals that are to be arranged into matrices. The stations can be networked to power a Level 9 spell on a planet-wide scale."
"And the spell?"
"Fidelius. We are going to hide the entire planet when the Narada comes hunting."
Spock frowned. "Is that possible? The number of people, the volume involved… the power requirements will be immense."
"I know. And it isn't something that can easily be tested in a trial run. T'Pau agreed with Hari's suggestion to take some extra precautions. Each Vulcan embassy on the larger Federation homeworlds is going to be expanded with more staff and their extended families. Each colony and research outpost population is going to double and in some cases quadruple with new staff and families. The High Council has agreed to bring up the timeline to colonize Suzaku IV. If all goes well an additional one point five million Vulcans will be on Suzaku IV when the Narada arrives."
"But not you."
"Not me." Hermione agreed serenely. "I have to remain on Vulcan. I have spoken with Sarek and Amanda. He refuses to leave but we have managed to convince Amanda into joining the colonists on Suzaku IV as an administrator."
He exhaled sharply. "That is… a relief," he confessed.
She levered herself up and patted his cheek. "I know."
"Is there anything else?"
"Nothing that can't wait until later." Hermione smiled with her eyes before she kissed him thoroughly a second time.
It was not a Vulcan kiss but Spock did not feel any desire to complain.
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~
Uhura grumbled as she stalked towards her dorm-room. Her shift translating Klingon transmissions had been boring and predictable with one exception.
Gaila was sprawled on top of her bed.
"Hi there. You don't look too happy. Did something happen?"
"It's more like what didn't happen," Uhura confessed as she began stripping off her uniform. "I translated a transmission about Rura Penthe being destroyed by Romulans but the shift supervisor didn't take it seriously! I tried stopping by Spock's office to get a second opinion and his signature on my translation and I found out he's cancelled all his classes this week! And no one knows where he is!"
Gaila shrugged uneasily. "Maybe he's on a date."
Uhura scoffed. "Don't be silly. He wouldn't have cancelled all his classes for a date. Besides, I would have heard if he was dating."
Gaila sat up and crossed her legs. "Not if no one told you." She informed Uhura seriously. "Everyone knows of your thing for Professor Spock."
Uhura huffed. "I don't believe you Gaila."
"Well you should. I heard he had a visitor two days ago, a female Vulcan."
Uhura stilled. "Gaila, are you trying to distract me?"
The Orion went very still. "Distract you? What do you mean?" Her voice was rather high-pitched. Lying was not one of her strong points.
"All right! Who is it? Where is he hiding?"
The next few minutes where a confusing mess as Kirk rolled out from under Gaila's bed and Uhura started chasing him around the room screaming in various dialects. In between dodging her punches Kirk managed to put on his uniform pants, and grab his boots and jacket before reaching the door.
Just before leaving he turned around and smirked.
"You know Uhura, Gaila was right about Spock having a girlfriend. I saw her myself. She rides a hoverbike and wore fleaters when she picked him up. She is quite nice. If you're interested, her name is T'Mia and I think he is really serious about her. He touched her bare fingers in public."
And then he vanished leaving a shell shocked Uhura standing in her white Starfleet issue underwear.
"Nyota?" Gaila came over and shook her friend slightly. "Are you all right?"
Uhura blinked and came to. "Tell me he was lying." She begged.
"I don't know." Gaila admitted. "It kind of fits what I've heard. A female Vulcan wearing fleathers and riding a hoverbike picked up Professor Spock outside the Sato Linguistics Wing."
Uhura shook her head. "Spock does not have a girlfriend. Kirk is just trying to rile me up with his innuendo. He is a brainless idiot who doesn't know when to quit." She huffed. "Do you know he's taking the Kobayashi Maru test a third time tomorrow?"
Gaila hesitated. "He mentioned something about that. Third time charm and all that."
Uhura snorted. "He's an idiot. He'll fail it just like he failed the last two times."
"Why do you care?" Gaila wanted to know.
"I don't." Uhura shrugged. "I'm sitting as his Comm Officer for the simulation. Just for the practice and to gloat when he fails." She added hastily.
Unfortunately for Uhura she didn't get to gloat and watch Jim Kirk fail because he passed the Kobayashi Maru simulation the next day.
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~
TBC…
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