The Illogical Logic
My beta wasnt overly impressed with this one. She is much more of a Star Trek devotee than I but I think so many things in XI changed things. I dont know, I could only write what I could write......I am a newbie after all. I love Spock and Uhura, separately and together, and want to do my best to do right by them. Working with such well-established characters, even in a new situation is no easy feat. But here it is. If I changed it anymore it wouldnt be the story I had in my head and I didnt want that. Feedback is awesome as I am still struggling to find a voice for a young Spock who does not have complete control over his human side and now finds himself feeling all kinds of strange things. Have I talked enough, I think so.
P.S. I tried to use my author tag, but it didnt seem to work.
Title: The Illogical Logic
Author: Montiese
Category: First Time
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: PG
Summary: Was he prepared for what coming closer entailed?
Author’s Note: Takes place before the events in Star Trek XI. I'm still new at this, teetering between writing until I get better or stopping altogether. But they are so intriguing to me.
He watched her for some time. It was only in the past three weeks that his mind came to accept that that was indeed what he was doing. As soon as that happened, Spock had trouble remembering what he was doing before he watched her. What thoughts consumed his mind before the brightness of her eyes and the smile that made her skin glow? The things he thought about were so new to him he could hardly call them thoughts.
He knew thoughts well, and this…this was foreign to him. Once he even tried to write them down, make sense of them but that proved fruitless. That bothered him more than anything had in some time. To not have a grasp on what was happening in his head was a situation that needed resolution.
The park was a lovely place. Most cadets came there to relax. There were picnics, games to play, swimming and frolicking in the lake. The grass was lush, green, and the sun always shone. She was alone there today, a feat unto itself. Well, he was there, watching, but she didn’t know about that.
It was dusk, the sun lowering in the sky but never disappearing. She walked alone by the water, barefoot. She was speaking to herself, something else that intrigued him. More so since it seemed a tongue not her own. She spoke so many languages, fluently, as he did.
When she spoke to him in his native tongue it was quite impressive. The woman herself was quite impressive. He encountered many students while he was there, some good, some great; Nyota Uhura was more than that. Still, she was not one of his assignments; Spock would have to put forth an effort if he ever expected to get past critiquing her from afar. Was he prepared for what coming closer entailed?
She looked up and their eyes met. Spock remained perfectly still, as prey would to stay concealed from a predator. There was 17.24 feet of space between them; the long legs of the cadet quickly closed the gap.
“Hello, Commander Spock.”
“Hello.”
“What are you doing out here?” she asked.
Her eyes seemed to look deep into him but Spock did not divert his gaze. He could not.
“The serenity reminds me of a valley on Vulcan. It is a place where the sun and moons meet each morning and each night. It is impossible not to know peace in the presence of such splendor.”
“You could recreate it on one of the holodecks here. They become more impressive with every upgrade.” Uhura replied.
“No, I could not.” His hands went behind his back as Spock straightened his already perfect posture.
“That I understand. This place brings me solace as well. As a child there was a meadow where I spent many hours alone with my thoughts.” Uhura sat down under the tree close to them. The idea of looming over her did not appeal to Spock so he sat as well.
“This meadow was on Earth?” he asked.
“It was in my imagination, created on one of the first holodecks aboard the USS Endeavor. My father was an engineer on deck for four years. I lived with him since my mother’s work took her all over the galaxy. My parents didn’t think constant travel was the best way for a child to grow up; the Endeavor offered some form of stability. I'm a Starfleet brat.”
“You are a…?” his eyebrow arched.
“I am a Starfleet brat; there are a few of us who grew up all over space, mostly on the research and science ships. I did four years on the Endeavor, three on the USS Crichton, and another three on the USS Mariner. When I was 14 my father took the Chief Engineering position at the Kartok space station and my grandmother insisted I come home because it was practically out of Federation airspace. My father acquiesced but Starfleet was already in my blood.”
“Clearly you have found something at which you excel.” He replied. “Your knowledge is vast and the way you approach interpretation is superior to most.”
“Yes, I believe that is exactly what you wrote on my last assignment; the English translation of the Klingon By-laws.”
“It is.” Spock nodded. “Your ability to master my own language is a phenomenon I've seen in few humans.”
“Why are you here?” Uhura asked, crossing her long legs.
“The serenity…”
“Good answer, Commander Spock.” She smiled. “When I was a little girl, my mother traveled extensively for her job as a diplomatic interpreter for the Federation Linguistics Office. I begged her to take me; I wanted to learn everything about every culture; that life called out to me.”
“I do not quite understand…”
“Tell me about Vulcan; tell me about your life there. You are not in a rush to leave, are you?”
“I find that I am not. It could take some time to give one who has never been there a true sense of the planet.”
“Time is something I make for the things that matter,” Uhura replied. “This matters to me.”
When she placed her hand on top of his, Spock’s breathing did not betray the 5.47 degree rise in his body temperature. His facial expression changed just slightly as their eyes met again. Uhura recognized a Vulcan “smile” when she saw it. She returned the sentiment.
“Perhaps adding a meal to the conversation would prove beneficial as time may get away from us.” He said.
“It would. I am done with my labs tomorrow at 7:15. We could meet here.”
“A place such as this will be quite crowded on a Friday evening. Logic dictates we should go somewhere less…distracting.”
Uhura had a special place, they could be alone there for as long as they liked. It was not actually part of what cadets called “the park”. She had a friend, Cadet Preston, who made her a special space in the midst of the insanity that could be Starfleet Academy. No one knew of its existence except the two of them. The idea of sharing that space with Spock excited her.
It wasn’t just her; these feelings were clearly not hers alone. Uhura had never felt anything close to what she felt for him. She had always been so busy trying to be the best, to make her parents proud, to fill something in her that had been missing in a lonely childhood. Having both, love and success, didn’t seem possible. From the beginning, no one at the Academy came close to capturing her attention, though surely that was not for lack of trying.
Uhura came to see that both men and women could attempt quite epic feats to get themselves noticed in the mating ritual. Books had always proved safer, something she could control, something that would not hurt. No one was more surprised than she that the enigmatic, half-human-half-Vulcan had her at hello. Was it possible that she had him as well?
“No distractions,” it was all she needed to say.
He stood rather abruptly, wiping imaginary dirt from his black uniform.
“Tomorrow then,” Spock gave a small nod. “Learning more about each other should prove to be a noteworthy experience.”
“Yes,” Uhura stood as well. She wished him goodnight before turning and walking away. She had aural translations to finish tonight and a test to study for on ancient Ferengi texts but needed a few more moments of solitude by the water.
Spock watched her a little longer before making his way across the quad. The walk to his quarters seemed longer tonight as his mind was unfocused. Spock consoled himself with the knowledge that while his behavior seemed illogical, this was the first time he was willing to overlook that. Fascinating indeed.
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P.S. I tried to use my author tag, but it didnt seem to work.
Title: The Illogical Logic
Author: Montiese
Category: First Time
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: PG
Summary: Was he prepared for what coming closer entailed?
Author’s Note: Takes place before the events in Star Trek XI. I'm still new at this, teetering between writing until I get better or stopping altogether. But they are so intriguing to me.
He watched her for some time. It was only in the past three weeks that his mind came to accept that that was indeed what he was doing. As soon as that happened, Spock had trouble remembering what he was doing before he watched her. What thoughts consumed his mind before the brightness of her eyes and the smile that made her skin glow? The things he thought about were so new to him he could hardly call them thoughts.
He knew thoughts well, and this…this was foreign to him. Once he even tried to write them down, make sense of them but that proved fruitless. That bothered him more than anything had in some time. To not have a grasp on what was happening in his head was a situation that needed resolution.
The park was a lovely place. Most cadets came there to relax. There were picnics, games to play, swimming and frolicking in the lake. The grass was lush, green, and the sun always shone. She was alone there today, a feat unto itself. Well, he was there, watching, but she didn’t know about that.
It was dusk, the sun lowering in the sky but never disappearing. She walked alone by the water, barefoot. She was speaking to herself, something else that intrigued him. More so since it seemed a tongue not her own. She spoke so many languages, fluently, as he did.
When she spoke to him in his native tongue it was quite impressive. The woman herself was quite impressive. He encountered many students while he was there, some good, some great; Nyota Uhura was more than that. Still, she was not one of his assignments; Spock would have to put forth an effort if he ever expected to get past critiquing her from afar. Was he prepared for what coming closer entailed?
She looked up and their eyes met. Spock remained perfectly still, as prey would to stay concealed from a predator. There was 17.24 feet of space between them; the long legs of the cadet quickly closed the gap.
“Hello, Commander Spock.”
“Hello.”
“What are you doing out here?” she asked.
Her eyes seemed to look deep into him but Spock did not divert his gaze. He could not.
“The serenity reminds me of a valley on Vulcan. It is a place where the sun and moons meet each morning and each night. It is impossible not to know peace in the presence of such splendor.”
“You could recreate it on one of the holodecks here. They become more impressive with every upgrade.” Uhura replied.
“No, I could not.” His hands went behind his back as Spock straightened his already perfect posture.
“That I understand. This place brings me solace as well. As a child there was a meadow where I spent many hours alone with my thoughts.” Uhura sat down under the tree close to them. The idea of looming over her did not appeal to Spock so he sat as well.
“This meadow was on Earth?” he asked.
“It was in my imagination, created on one of the first holodecks aboard the USS Endeavor. My father was an engineer on deck for four years. I lived with him since my mother’s work took her all over the galaxy. My parents didn’t think constant travel was the best way for a child to grow up; the Endeavor offered some form of stability. I'm a Starfleet brat.”
“You are a…?” his eyebrow arched.
“I am a Starfleet brat; there are a few of us who grew up all over space, mostly on the research and science ships. I did four years on the Endeavor, three on the USS Crichton, and another three on the USS Mariner. When I was 14 my father took the Chief Engineering position at the Kartok space station and my grandmother insisted I come home because it was practically out of Federation airspace. My father acquiesced but Starfleet was already in my blood.”
“Clearly you have found something at which you excel.” He replied. “Your knowledge is vast and the way you approach interpretation is superior to most.”
“Yes, I believe that is exactly what you wrote on my last assignment; the English translation of the Klingon By-laws.”
“It is.” Spock nodded. “Your ability to master my own language is a phenomenon I've seen in few humans.”
“Why are you here?” Uhura asked, crossing her long legs.
“The serenity…”
“Good answer, Commander Spock.” She smiled. “When I was a little girl, my mother traveled extensively for her job as a diplomatic interpreter for the Federation Linguistics Office. I begged her to take me; I wanted to learn everything about every culture; that life called out to me.”
“I do not quite understand…”
“Tell me about Vulcan; tell me about your life there. You are not in a rush to leave, are you?”
“I find that I am not. It could take some time to give one who has never been there a true sense of the planet.”
“Time is something I make for the things that matter,” Uhura replied. “This matters to me.”
When she placed her hand on top of his, Spock’s breathing did not betray the 5.47 degree rise in his body temperature. His facial expression changed just slightly as their eyes met again. Uhura recognized a Vulcan “smile” when she saw it. She returned the sentiment.
“Perhaps adding a meal to the conversation would prove beneficial as time may get away from us.” He said.
“It would. I am done with my labs tomorrow at 7:15. We could meet here.”
“A place such as this will be quite crowded on a Friday evening. Logic dictates we should go somewhere less…distracting.”
Uhura had a special place, they could be alone there for as long as they liked. It was not actually part of what cadets called “the park”. She had a friend, Cadet Preston, who made her a special space in the midst of the insanity that could be Starfleet Academy. No one knew of its existence except the two of them. The idea of sharing that space with Spock excited her.
It wasn’t just her; these feelings were clearly not hers alone. Uhura had never felt anything close to what she felt for him. She had always been so busy trying to be the best, to make her parents proud, to fill something in her that had been missing in a lonely childhood. Having both, love and success, didn’t seem possible. From the beginning, no one at the Academy came close to capturing her attention, though surely that was not for lack of trying.
Uhura came to see that both men and women could attempt quite epic feats to get themselves noticed in the mating ritual. Books had always proved safer, something she could control, something that would not hurt. No one was more surprised than she that the enigmatic, half-human-half-Vulcan had her at hello. Was it possible that she had him as well?
“No distractions,” it was all she needed to say.
He stood rather abruptly, wiping imaginary dirt from his black uniform.
“Tomorrow then,” Spock gave a small nod. “Learning more about each other should prove to be a noteworthy experience.”
“Yes,” Uhura stood as well. She wished him goodnight before turning and walking away. She had aural translations to finish tonight and a test to study for on ancient Ferengi texts but needed a few more moments of solitude by the water.
Spock watched her a little longer before making his way across the quad. The walk to his quarters seemed longer tonight as his mind was unfocused. Spock consoled himself with the knowledge that while his behavior seemed illogical, this was the first time he was willing to overlook that. Fascinating indeed.
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