From the Beginning Chapter 1-2
Type your cut contents here.Well, I think it's about time i posted my spock/nyota story that i finished a while back...the sequel is in progress now =)
Hm...firstly...if anyone thinks this story is worthy of being entered in the spock_uhura competition, be my guest! =D
Title: From the Beginning
Pairing: Spock/Nyota Uhura
Rating: T
Summary: We all want to know how it started, how they got together. Here's my take on it....much cuteness and fluff...=)
I do not own Star Trek or any of the characters!
Chapter 1: First Meeting
Nyota Uhura sighed as she stood up from her seat in the transport pod. Finally, finally, after waiting for so long she had been accepted at Star Fleet Academy. And now she had arrived at Earth’s headquarters for Star Fleet, San Francisco. She had never been here before, but the moment she set eyes upon the city she felt a thrill of excitement. The Star Fleet campus was situated on the outskirts of the city. She stepped down from the pod and took a breath of the salty sea air, feeling the cool fresh air brush over her dark brown skin. Her hair was down for the moment and it was caught by the bay breeze. It was pushed passed her face and fluttered behind her. She shivered as a chill ran up her spine. San Francisco was much colder than her home town in Africa. Nyota heard the people behind her chatting amiably amongst each other. Despite not being brought up speaking English she understood every word. It had been her third language, after Swahili and French. Both languages were spoken by her people. Learning English had been the obvious choice if she wanted to go into Star Fleet.
Nyota took a look around the campus. She could see the main building where the mess hall was, and where the conference room was too. She could see one section of the dorms, and she could see the admissions building. She headed in that direction. She quickly checked herself in, and got the key to her room, her schedule, and her ID. Hefting her pack, she walked where the lady had instructed her. She would of course be in the first year’s dorm, with a girl named Galia. As she turned the final corner to her dorm, she glanced at her ID. It wasn’t a terrible picture, but not very pleasing either. She sighed. She knew that most of the “male species” found her attractive but the truth was she had no interest in that area. She was interested in learning languages, so that she could study xenolinguistics and become a communications officer. As Nyota continued her reverie she didn’t notice the person coming around the other corner. She collided with the body, and being taken completely by surprise she slipped and fell backwards. Instinctively she landed as she had been taught in her self-defense classes. What surprised her was that she didn’t hit the ground. Instead a strong hand grabbed her arm and effectively pulled her upright. The moment she had regained her balance the hand let go.
Nyota looked up into dark brown-nearly black eyes. The man who had caught her had a very interesting hair cut. His bangs were cut to be an inch above his eye brows, and his sideburns had been trimmed to form points. His hair formed a helmet around his head. Although the first look of the hair was slightly appalling she found herself liking it. Then she looked at his face. He had a strong nose and jaw, and quite to her surprise pointed ears. His eyebrows were angled up, and he had nice full lips. Nyota blinked and then noticed he was wearing the dark gray uniform of a graduate and instructor. She immediately panicked. She had hit a professor!
She bowed, “I’m truly sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m really sorry Commander.” She told him.
He blinked, “There is no need to apologize, it was no one’s fault, and therefore there is no logical reason for either to apologize.”
“Oh.” Nyota chuckled nervously.
“You must be new here, I do not believe I have seen you before. You are…?” He inquired.
“Cadet Uhura Sir. I just arrived. Thank you for catching me….”
He raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded, “It was the logical course of action. I am Command Spock.”
Nyota’s eyes went wide with shock, not only had she managed to hit into a professor but it just had to be the famous Commander Spock. She swore in her head. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Commander Spock.” She smiled at him and offered her hand. He raised an eyebrow, and she winched remembering too late that Vulcans didn’t shake hands. She quickly dropped her hand.
“Um…thanks again.” She bowed her head blushing and quickly picked up her pack which had fallen. Spock nodded and they both went on their way. Nyota breathed deep breaths trying to calm herself. Then she glanced at her schedule and proceeded to hyperventilate. Her first three classes tomorrow were being taught by Commander Spock. She was taking Romulan I and Vulcan I and also Physics II. She had to take the physics course because it was required for all Cadets to graduate. And they were all being taught by Commander Spock! She could have fainted. Of all the things that could have happened that day, she had to humiliate herself in front of her professor. And she had wanted to make a good impression!
Sighing, she entered her room to find it empty. She dropped her bags on her bed and then decided that since she had time to kill she might as well walk the campus. She wanted to get outside to calm herself. She left the room, but not before changing into the Cadet’s uniform.
Spock had been surprised when he had bumped into the Cadet. It was quite unusual of him to be so distracted, but he had been thinking about his lecture the following morning. Not only that, but the girl had been only wearing a tank top and jeans, and well just like all men he admired beauty. Spock blinked and mentally shook himself. There was no reason to be concerning himself with the incident. She had simply been aesthetically pleasing, although quite illogical in her thought process. Why did she think to apologize when it had been neither of their faults? He gave his equivalent of a sigh, which was an out breath about 2% longer than usual. He continued towards his office to figure out what he would be lecturing the next day. But for some reason it took him several seconds to push away the look of her nice brown eyes when she smiled.
Chapter 2: Embarrassment
Nyota woke up at exactly 0630 hours. She looked over at her roommate. She had been only slightly surprised when it turned out that her roommate was in fact green, and from Orion. But Nyota had never held appearances against people. They had chatted the night before and Nyota had quickly noticed just how much her roommate liked the boys. Stifling a chuckle at some of things she had heard yesterday she sat up in bed. She went and showered quickly. Then she dried up and put on her regulation uniform. If there was one thing that she found uncomfortable about it was just how short the skirt was. However, she didn’t want to stand out by being the only one with a long skirt. She went to the mirror, pulled back her hair into a pony tail that sat near the top of her head. Then she quickly brushed her teeth and grabbed her school bag before heading out. The mess hall was not surprisingly nearly empty. She grabbed her food and then went to sit in one of the more crowded tables. The only people up were the ones who hadn’t slept at all, or who needed to study before a class. Most barely noticed her as she sat down, but one or two of the guys looked at her. She ignored them and ate her toast in silence. Once finished she cleared up and walked towards her class room. Checking her phone she found that she still had an hour to kill before class. But she didn’t have anything to do, so she entered the classroom any ways. It was deserted. She walked to the first row and placed her bag down. Her first class was Vulcan I. Taking out her wireless earphones she placed them in her ears and played some Vulcan music. She thought it might get her in the swing of things. It did help relax her and she loved listening to it, loved catching the Vulcan words and understanding them. Despite the fact that she was taking Vulcan I, she had already studied it for several years on her own. But in order to take the higher courses she needed to take this one first.
Spock grabbed his PADD and walked towards his classroom. His brisk pace quickly brought him to the door, and he entered. He walked up to his podium and placed his PADD down. He looked up across the room and it was only then that he noticed the Cadet who was sitting in the first row. He immediately raised an eyebrow, his way of showing surprise. He was in fact quite surprised to see a Cadet sitting in the class room 43 minutes before the class even began.
He cleared his throat and asked in his neutral tone, “Excuse me, Cadet Uhura, may I ask why you are here forty-three minutes early? Did you not get the schedule? Did you not see that this class doesn’t begin until 0815?”
There was no response. He could see Cadet Uhura moving her lips silently and tapping her leg to some music. Then he noticed that she had ear phones in. He asked the same question louder this time. Still no response. Knitting his brow slightly he stepped off the podium and walked towards her. She didn’t look up until he stood right in front of her. She glanced up and her eyes widened. What an illogical response, he thought. She quickly took out her ear phones and blushed brightly.
“I’m sorry Professor, but did you say something?” Nyota grimaced inwardly.
“Yes, I did Cadet. I inquired into why you are here 41 minutes early? Did you not receive the schedule? Did you not read that this class doesn’t begin until 0815?” He asked.
He saw her jaw clench slightly and her eyes dilate. “Yes, Sir, I did. However, I merely wished to arrive early. I didn’t not know it was against regulations.” Her tone was tight. He observed this and realized he must have offended her in some way.
“No, of course not. However, it is illogical to arrive so early as there is nothing to be gained by doing so.” He replied. She blinked at him.
Then Nyota decided to risk something. She smiled slightly and asked in Vulcan, “And why are you so early Professor?” Then she winced at her own terrible pronunciation. Damn. That had come out terrible.
Spock raised an eyebrow, “I always arrive early, Cadet.” He replied in Vulcan, “You need to practice your pronunciation, your placement of your stress was wrong. What you actually asked me was ‘And why are you so cute Professor?’ However, I understood your meaning.”
Nyota blanched and tried not to blush. How embarrassing was that! “Oh. I’m sorry Commander Spock. I haven’t had the opportunity to practice often.” She wanted to crawl into a small hole. This was too embarrassing. Not only had she fumbled with her Vulcan, but she had asked SPOCK why he was so cute? The even more embarrassing part was that she caught herself glancing at him slightly and marveling at his refined features.
Spock nodded, “I noticed.” He replied blandly. On anyone else that comment would have been patronizing or sarcastic, but he was merely stating an observation.
Nyota blanched again and nodded. Then she picked up her PADD and quickly began scanning its contents, anything to escape Spock’s gaze. Spock watched her for a few seconds then moved away. He reviewed his own notes. Then he checked his schedule and noticed that Cadet Uhura was in six of his classes: Vulcan I, Romulan I, Physics II, Kilgon I, Vulcan Culture I, and Learning How to Translate Transmissions I. He raised an eyebrow interested. He thought to himself, “I logically conclude she has had practice in all of these subjects as well, which means she is in keen on languages.”
This observation was confirmed when Uhura arrived at each of his classes. She had been mortified to learn she had six classes with him. However, she promised herself to practice hard and show him how good of a student she was.
Hm...firstly...if anyone thinks this story is worthy of being entered in the spock_uhura competition, be my guest! =D
Title: From the Beginning
Pairing: Spock/Nyota Uhura
Rating: T
Summary: We all want to know how it started, how they got together. Here's my take on it....much cuteness and fluff...=)
I do not own Star Trek or any of the characters!
Chapter 1: First Meeting
Nyota Uhura sighed as she stood up from her seat in the transport pod. Finally, finally, after waiting for so long she had been accepted at Star Fleet Academy. And now she had arrived at Earth’s headquarters for Star Fleet, San Francisco. She had never been here before, but the moment she set eyes upon the city she felt a thrill of excitement. The Star Fleet campus was situated on the outskirts of the city. She stepped down from the pod and took a breath of the salty sea air, feeling the cool fresh air brush over her dark brown skin. Her hair was down for the moment and it was caught by the bay breeze. It was pushed passed her face and fluttered behind her. She shivered as a chill ran up her spine. San Francisco was much colder than her home town in Africa. Nyota heard the people behind her chatting amiably amongst each other. Despite not being brought up speaking English she understood every word. It had been her third language, after Swahili and French. Both languages were spoken by her people. Learning English had been the obvious choice if she wanted to go into Star Fleet.
Nyota took a look around the campus. She could see the main building where the mess hall was, and where the conference room was too. She could see one section of the dorms, and she could see the admissions building. She headed in that direction. She quickly checked herself in, and got the key to her room, her schedule, and her ID. Hefting her pack, she walked where the lady had instructed her. She would of course be in the first year’s dorm, with a girl named Galia. As she turned the final corner to her dorm, she glanced at her ID. It wasn’t a terrible picture, but not very pleasing either. She sighed. She knew that most of the “male species” found her attractive but the truth was she had no interest in that area. She was interested in learning languages, so that she could study xenolinguistics and become a communications officer. As Nyota continued her reverie she didn’t notice the person coming around the other corner. She collided with the body, and being taken completely by surprise she slipped and fell backwards. Instinctively she landed as she had been taught in her self-defense classes. What surprised her was that she didn’t hit the ground. Instead a strong hand grabbed her arm and effectively pulled her upright. The moment she had regained her balance the hand let go.
Nyota looked up into dark brown-nearly black eyes. The man who had caught her had a very interesting hair cut. His bangs were cut to be an inch above his eye brows, and his sideburns had been trimmed to form points. His hair formed a helmet around his head. Although the first look of the hair was slightly appalling she found herself liking it. Then she looked at his face. He had a strong nose and jaw, and quite to her surprise pointed ears. His eyebrows were angled up, and he had nice full lips. Nyota blinked and then noticed he was wearing the dark gray uniform of a graduate and instructor. She immediately panicked. She had hit a professor!
She bowed, “I’m truly sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m really sorry Commander.” She told him.
He blinked, “There is no need to apologize, it was no one’s fault, and therefore there is no logical reason for either to apologize.”
“Oh.” Nyota chuckled nervously.
“You must be new here, I do not believe I have seen you before. You are…?” He inquired.
“Cadet Uhura Sir. I just arrived. Thank you for catching me….”
He raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded, “It was the logical course of action. I am Command Spock.”
Nyota’s eyes went wide with shock, not only had she managed to hit into a professor but it just had to be the famous Commander Spock. She swore in her head. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Commander Spock.” She smiled at him and offered her hand. He raised an eyebrow, and she winched remembering too late that Vulcans didn’t shake hands. She quickly dropped her hand.
“Um…thanks again.” She bowed her head blushing and quickly picked up her pack which had fallen. Spock nodded and they both went on their way. Nyota breathed deep breaths trying to calm herself. Then she glanced at her schedule and proceeded to hyperventilate. Her first three classes tomorrow were being taught by Commander Spock. She was taking Romulan I and Vulcan I and also Physics II. She had to take the physics course because it was required for all Cadets to graduate. And they were all being taught by Commander Spock! She could have fainted. Of all the things that could have happened that day, she had to humiliate herself in front of her professor. And she had wanted to make a good impression!
Sighing, she entered her room to find it empty. She dropped her bags on her bed and then decided that since she had time to kill she might as well walk the campus. She wanted to get outside to calm herself. She left the room, but not before changing into the Cadet’s uniform.
Spock had been surprised when he had bumped into the Cadet. It was quite unusual of him to be so distracted, but he had been thinking about his lecture the following morning. Not only that, but the girl had been only wearing a tank top and jeans, and well just like all men he admired beauty. Spock blinked and mentally shook himself. There was no reason to be concerning himself with the incident. She had simply been aesthetically pleasing, although quite illogical in her thought process. Why did she think to apologize when it had been neither of their faults? He gave his equivalent of a sigh, which was an out breath about 2% longer than usual. He continued towards his office to figure out what he would be lecturing the next day. But for some reason it took him several seconds to push away the look of her nice brown eyes when she smiled.
Chapter 2: Embarrassment
Nyota woke up at exactly 0630 hours. She looked over at her roommate. She had been only slightly surprised when it turned out that her roommate was in fact green, and from Orion. But Nyota had never held appearances against people. They had chatted the night before and Nyota had quickly noticed just how much her roommate liked the boys. Stifling a chuckle at some of things she had heard yesterday she sat up in bed. She went and showered quickly. Then she dried up and put on her regulation uniform. If there was one thing that she found uncomfortable about it was just how short the skirt was. However, she didn’t want to stand out by being the only one with a long skirt. She went to the mirror, pulled back her hair into a pony tail that sat near the top of her head. Then she quickly brushed her teeth and grabbed her school bag before heading out. The mess hall was not surprisingly nearly empty. She grabbed her food and then went to sit in one of the more crowded tables. The only people up were the ones who hadn’t slept at all, or who needed to study before a class. Most barely noticed her as she sat down, but one or two of the guys looked at her. She ignored them and ate her toast in silence. Once finished she cleared up and walked towards her class room. Checking her phone she found that she still had an hour to kill before class. But she didn’t have anything to do, so she entered the classroom any ways. It was deserted. She walked to the first row and placed her bag down. Her first class was Vulcan I. Taking out her wireless earphones she placed them in her ears and played some Vulcan music. She thought it might get her in the swing of things. It did help relax her and she loved listening to it, loved catching the Vulcan words and understanding them. Despite the fact that she was taking Vulcan I, she had already studied it for several years on her own. But in order to take the higher courses she needed to take this one first.
Spock grabbed his PADD and walked towards his classroom. His brisk pace quickly brought him to the door, and he entered. He walked up to his podium and placed his PADD down. He looked up across the room and it was only then that he noticed the Cadet who was sitting in the first row. He immediately raised an eyebrow, his way of showing surprise. He was in fact quite surprised to see a Cadet sitting in the class room 43 minutes before the class even began.
He cleared his throat and asked in his neutral tone, “Excuse me, Cadet Uhura, may I ask why you are here forty-three minutes early? Did you not get the schedule? Did you not see that this class doesn’t begin until 0815?”
There was no response. He could see Cadet Uhura moving her lips silently and tapping her leg to some music. Then he noticed that she had ear phones in. He asked the same question louder this time. Still no response. Knitting his brow slightly he stepped off the podium and walked towards her. She didn’t look up until he stood right in front of her. She glanced up and her eyes widened. What an illogical response, he thought. She quickly took out her ear phones and blushed brightly.
“I’m sorry Professor, but did you say something?” Nyota grimaced inwardly.
“Yes, I did Cadet. I inquired into why you are here 41 minutes early? Did you not receive the schedule? Did you not read that this class doesn’t begin until 0815?” He asked.
He saw her jaw clench slightly and her eyes dilate. “Yes, Sir, I did. However, I merely wished to arrive early. I didn’t not know it was against regulations.” Her tone was tight. He observed this and realized he must have offended her in some way.
“No, of course not. However, it is illogical to arrive so early as there is nothing to be gained by doing so.” He replied. She blinked at him.
Then Nyota decided to risk something. She smiled slightly and asked in Vulcan, “And why are you so early Professor?” Then she winced at her own terrible pronunciation. Damn. That had come out terrible.
Spock raised an eyebrow, “I always arrive early, Cadet.” He replied in Vulcan, “You need to practice your pronunciation, your placement of your stress was wrong. What you actually asked me was ‘And why are you so cute Professor?’ However, I understood your meaning.”
Nyota blanched and tried not to blush. How embarrassing was that! “Oh. I’m sorry Commander Spock. I haven’t had the opportunity to practice often.” She wanted to crawl into a small hole. This was too embarrassing. Not only had she fumbled with her Vulcan, but she had asked SPOCK why he was so cute? The even more embarrassing part was that she caught herself glancing at him slightly and marveling at his refined features.
Spock nodded, “I noticed.” He replied blandly. On anyone else that comment would have been patronizing or sarcastic, but he was merely stating an observation.
Nyota blanched again and nodded. Then she picked up her PADD and quickly began scanning its contents, anything to escape Spock’s gaze. Spock watched her for a few seconds then moved away. He reviewed his own notes. Then he checked his schedule and noticed that Cadet Uhura was in six of his classes: Vulcan I, Romulan I, Physics II, Kilgon I, Vulcan Culture I, and Learning How to Translate Transmissions I. He raised an eyebrow interested. He thought to himself, “I logically conclude she has had practice in all of these subjects as well, which means she is in keen on languages.”
This observation was confirmed when Uhura arrived at each of his classes. She had been mortified to learn she had six classes with him. However, she promised herself to practice hard and show him how good of a student she was.