Star Trek XI Fic | Spock/Uhura
Title: His and Mine Are The Same
Pairing/Characters: Spock/Uhura, OC's, Kirk
Rating: R
Word Count: 7737
Warnings: Mirrorverse, underage sex (depending on where you live), morally ambiguous shenanigans.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: She was six years old when her father brought him home.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a long-ish story for this fandom. It's sort of a Wuthering Heights adaptation but not really. The idea came to me when I was watching the Tom Hardy version. The way Heathcliff loves Cathy is kind of how I imagine Vulcans love their significant others. I thought it would be interesting to use it as inspiration for a Spock/Uhura story and it just came to me to set it in Mirrorverse. Gothic literature and Mirrorverse just seem like a good match.
She was six years old when her father brought him home. Nyota Uhura still remembers that day more clearly than any. And now, having witnessed endless scenes of horror and bloodshed, her memories of him are all she has. It was far too late for regrets but she realized that the only moments of happiness in her life were of him. She tried desperately to think of one without him but fell into despair when she failed every time. Even now, she would dream of him, that he would appear to her after all these years and they would be together once again. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would see his beautiful pale face, his deep brown eyes and the delightfully pointed eyes that she loved. She dreamt of his tall figure, he would be even taller now, strong and muscled from work, his powerful arms holding her, the warmth of his body. It was so many years ago but the memories lingered. Even if she tried to get rid of them, she knew they would never leave her. Living in the past was so much easier than dealing with the present or looking to the future, if she was to even have one.
20 years ago.
Her father, Captain Alhamisi Uhura, was one of the few men of honor in the fleet. But he was an honorable man in a dishonorable world, and even he could not afford to disobey orders from the top. He had been tasked with eliminating the former Ambassador and his human wife, whose union was a violation of imperial law. They had hidden well for several years but as with all things, what is hidden must eventually be found.
The message he received was brief: Get rid of them and you can go home.
He had no choice but to protect his own family, even if it meant destroying another’s. He thought of his children, already without a mother. His son, away studying at school, and his sweet little girl, still just a baby to him. So as he had been given the order from his superiors, he carried it out without hesitation. He watched as the small house burned to the ground, as the ships continued firing their arsenals without mercy.
When the towers of black smoke finally cleared, he arrived on foot to survey the decimated scene and was determined to see to it that the job was done.
“Sir, we’ve found the remains and they’re a match,” a young Ensign reported to him. The Captain nodded and gave orders to clear the area.
Slowly the dozen or so men cleared out and one by one, the shuttles departed until his was the only one left but he found that he could not bring himself to leave just yet. The smoke was still heavy and the ground was covered with remains of their home. He circled the damage he created, and forced himself to accept that it was for the best. What kind of life was this anyways, to live on the run, in constant fear? It was better to end things quickly, he told himself, but it seemed a hollow argument. They were innocents. He was not a religious man but he knew in his heart that a thousand confessions could not absolve him of his deeds today.
It was in the middle of this thought that he heard a quiet thud from beneath the surface he was standing upon. Had he not been lost in the silence of his mind, he likely would have missed the sound. Examining the surface, he discovered that he had been standing on a trapdoor. He searched for a hatch and when it found it, he pulled the door open and what he saw sent a chill down his spine.
Clearly, his superiors had missed this small piece of information, careless in their haste to complete the mission. Had they known, surely they would’ve included the child as a target as well.
The small Vulcan boy was pale and thin, his face in complete shock, dressed in dust-filled robes. Nothing about his appearance seemed particularly human to Alhamisi but there was something in the boy’s big brown eyes that left no doubt of his uniqueness.
“Come here.”
“No,” the boy recoiled harshly.
The boy’s voice was weak and hoarse. For a moment, Alhamisi had a thought that the boy might have been crying before he was found. Did Vulcan children cry? He had no idea. It was much simpler not to think of such things.
“Please, you will not be hurt. Here, just take my hand and I’ll pull you out,” he said as he held out his hand. The boy cautiously took it and pulled himself up.
There was no doubt the higher ups would want the child eradicated along with his parents. His existence alone was dangerous to them. For a brief moment, Alhamisi considered removing the phaser from his belt and ending the young life that stood before him. Quick and painless, before the boy could grow up and learn what kind of world they were living in. What would the boy do with no family? He wouldn’t survive a day out there alone.
Yet the child looked no older than his own Nyota and Alhamisi could not help but think of his own precious little girl and if it had been her that he found in this bunk, her home and family destroyed. Fuck the higher ups. In that moment, he felt his own tears slide down his face and decided that there would be no more bloodshed today. He would do whatever was necessary to protect this boy, to atone for his sins against him. Not just the sins of that day, but all the sins he committed in the name of service.
Nyota was too delighted at the sight of her father to notice that he did not return alone. Every time her father went off planet, she had terrible dreams that she would never see him again, just like her mother.
She ran into her father’s arms and hugged him as tightly as she could, and he peppered her face with kisses.
“Daddy! You came home!”
“I told you, I always come home.”
She remembers unmistakably the moment she first laid eyes on him, a boy of no more than seven, partially hidden behind her father. She knew she should’ve been afraid when she saw his ears and upswept eyebrows for her teachers at school told her that the pointy-eared creatures were to be feared, that they were evil and wished nothing but harm on humans. But this little boy was barely taller than her, how could he be evil?
“Nyota, sweetheart. This is Spock. He will be living with us from now on. You must be kind to him and shared your toys with him. He has nothing in this world but us,” her father explained, with melancholy in his voice that Nyota rarely heard, except when he spoke of her mother.
“Why is he living with us? Doesn’t he have his own house?” she was terribly confused. They hardly ever invited guests for dinner, now her father was inviting this boy to stay forever.
“His family is gone. Can you be a grown-up girl and be a good friend?”
Nyota could never resist a chance to prove that she was grown up and nodded her approval. She held out her hand to Spock and said in her most cheerful voice, “Nice to meet you. My name’s Nyota. I’m six and nine months. How old are you?”
Spock simply stared at the girl as if she was offering him something with a foul odor and made no move to offer her his hand in return.
“I am seven years, three months and twelve days,” he replied.
Later that night, Spock joined them at the table for dinner. Nyota watched him as he ate and ate, wondering if the boy had one of those eating problems she’d heard about. But before she could comment, she received a stern look from her father that told her to keep her mouth shut. After Spock finally could eat no more, he sat in his chair in complete silence and kept his eyes looking down at his lap. Nyota wanted to leave and play outside now, but her father told her that she should be a good hostess and show Spock her room. At that suggestion, the housekeeper took both children upstairs and left them alone in her room, but not before she reprimanded Nyota for the mess.
Spock stood awkwardly as he took in his new surroundings, a room filled with toys and books and everything a child could ever want or need. He never dreamed in a million years that they would be offered to him.
“You can play with anything you want. I’ll show you,” Nyota offered, as she kneeled before her toy chest and proceeded to set out her collection. “Come here, Spock. Don’t you want to play?”
He sat beside her, but with a good distance between them, Nyota believed it was so she could not reach out and touch him. It seems he simply did not like to be touched. How strange. She loved hugs, didn’t everyone? She handed him a stuffed bear and noticed that he took great precaution not to brush against her fingers. “This is a teddy bear. You can hug him or go to sleep with it because he’s soft and cute. But I’m too old for it.”
But before she could show him the rest of her toys, Spock stood and walked over to her bookshelf. He pulled out the only paper book on her shelf, Alice in Wonderland, and for several seconds did nothing but gaze at the cover. Nyota made her way over to him and said, “Oh that’s a good one! I can read it all by myself. Can you read? It’s okay if you don’t know how. Lots of kids in my class can’t read yet but I can teach you.”
“I know this book,” he said as he moved his gaze from the book to her.
“Everybody knows this book,” she replied, as she opened it to the first page.
“My mother read it to me every night.”
Nyota looked into his brown eyes and saw pure sorrow in them. She wondered how anyone could believe that Vulcans had no emotions when they were so obvious to her, she felt as thought she could reach out and touch them. Her father never said exactly what happened to Spock’s parents but she was smart enough to know that it was bad. Bad enough that he would have to live with complete strangers on a foreign planet. She decided that she needed to be brave and ask Spock. They were going to be family now.
“Spock…Where are your parents?” she asked timidly, afraid of how he would react. Afraid that he would hate her and storm out, and then she would never get to know him.
“They were killed.”
“But why?”
“I don’t know. I suppose they had done something to offend someone but I cannot think of what it could be. They were always afraid of something but would not explain to me why,” Spock said.
“I’m so sorry. I know this won’t make you feel any better but my mother is also gone. I don’t know where she is either. She left right after I was born, so I guess she just didn’t love me.”
Spock’s eyes shot up to her face and Nyota tried to prevent the tears from leaving her eyes, embarrassed that she was so weak, but they fell down her face against her wishes.
“I am sure she did not leave by choice. How could anyone leave you? You are so - “
He stopped before he could finish the sentence. Nyota found herself wanting desperately to know what he was going to say, but did not allow herself to think too much of it. They were still practically strangers at the moment.
“I guess we will just have to settle for each other then,” she said as she smiled at him.
They spoke no more of unpleasant things that night. Instead, they read aloud almost every book in her possession. Contrary to Nyota’s assumption, Spock could indeed read and not only that, like Nyota, he could read many languages. And when they were tired of reading, Nyota taught him how to play hide and seek around the house. Hours later, they were interrupted by her father who told them that Spock had to go his own room now and that it was bed time. The housekeeper came in and led Spock away, but before he left, Nyota saw him move his lips ever so slightly into a smile.
“Daddy, I’m happy you brought Spock home. He is so smart and kind and beautiful,” she said to her father, though she had no intended to let that last word slip. But she was too happy to care.
Her father gathered his giggling little girl in his arms and deposited her into her bed, and said, “Good. Now go to sleep.”
“Can Spock come to school with me tomorrow?” she asked hopefully, as she changed into her pajamas.
“No, he can’t. He will take his lessons at home with a private instructor,” he replied gently, knowing already that his daughter would be angry to hear this.
“That’s not fair. Why can’t he go to school with me? I promised that I’d show him my pictures.”
It pained him deeply to have to tell his daughter that the world was unkind and had no place for a child like Spock. Children should be allowed to grow up without the worries that plague adults and yet here he was, with no choice but to take a small piece of innocence from his daughter.
“Nyota darling, Spock cannot go to school because he is not safe there. And if anyone asks you about him, you must tell them that he is a servant in our house. Nothing more. Do not tell them anything about his parents or where he came from. Do you understand me?”
“But Spock’s not our servant!”
“I know that. He will never be a servant in this house but everyone must believe that he is. You will understand this better when you are older but you must do this to protect him, Nyota. Your friends and teachers at school, they will say terrible things but you can never dispute them or else you will put his life in danger, ” he explained.
She did not know why or what it meant but she would agree to anything if it would protect Spock. Nyota nodded, “Okay. I’ll do everything you say.”
7 years later
Spock always ran in mid-afternoon, the hottest time of day. His physiology was Vulcan and that meant he was as easily drawn to heat as he was to logic and science. After he completed his lessons in the morning, he was free to roam about the Uhuras’ vast property, allowing him more than enough time to adequately work up a sweat. He ran through the dense trees and circled the man-made pond twice. His shirt was soaked through with sweat so he saw no harm in taking a brief swim in the pond. He removed each piece of sticky clothing from his body and savored the feeling of pure clean water on his skin. When he finished, he realized that he had brought nothing to dry himself with but decided that the heat would soon do the job for him and proceed to re-dress himself in his clothes and head back in the direction of the house.
He had to remind himself that he no longer lived in that house. Not any more. On his fourteenth birthday, Mr. Uhura presented him with a small lodge about a quarter of a mile from the main house. It was an old cottage, one bedroom and a small living area, already long built on the property when the Uhura’s bought it, and it was supposedly inhabited by the estate’s groundskeeper in the old days. Mr. Uhura had it renovated for Spock, insisting that he move there to quell any suspicions people might have about his role in the family. Spock had no complaints. He was grateful for everything he was given in life and Mr. Uhura never seemed to mind anything Spock did. In fact, he appeared to love the half Vulcan boy more than he loved his own son, who rarely turned up these days.
The only thing he missed about living in the house was Nyota. Since he moved out, he felt a strange distance from her, not only physically but also in ways he was not ready to admit, even to himself. It had been so comforting to see her everyday, whether it was during breakfast in the mornings or when she returned from school, they would sit in the living room in comfortable silence as they did their studies. Or after dinner, when they would scheme and play harmless pranks on the household staff. They had spent so much time together as children that Spock felt as though he barely knew how to function without her. She was the only person of his own age that he knew in the entire universe. His only friend.
But now. Now, things were awkward between them. They rarely spoke to each other since the move and only saw each other at dinner, during which she would tell her father about her day and then he would do the same. Even eye contact was becoming difficult. Spock searched his brain for reasons as to why things had become so unfavorable between him and Nyota. He had a inkling that it was about more than just him leaving the house but was not prepared to go down that road. His own feelings for her had changed recently and he knew that it had nothing to do with her proximity. He had always known that she was beautiful, even before he knew the difference between beauty and ugliness, but recently, he began noticing things about her that he later could not stop thinking about. The curve of her lips, her dark eyelashes, the thought of her bare legs. It was all rather disconcerting. He wondered if she was experiencing something similar.
But it was best not to think about that before he could get behind closed doors. So instead of heading to the big house, he went in the direction of his new lodge, taking a brisk pace.
“You’re all wet.”
He was startled by that familiar voice behind him. When he stopped and turned around, he saw her, home from school already and wearing a delightfully sheer white summer dress. She was gently biting her lower lip, the beauty of the image made him lose the words in his mouth and he could do nothing but wait for them to come.
“What are you doing here?” he managed when he was finally able to speak.
“Looking for you, you idiot. What do you think?” she said as she moved closer to him.
He was surprised at her tone and he realized that she had never called him that particular term before. She seemed irritated. Perhaps he has done something wrong.
“Why do you always avoid me now?” she asked with determination in her voice.
“I have not been avoiding you. We live in separate quarters and that means we spend less time in each other’s company.”
“Stop it, Spock. We both know that’s not it.”
“Perhaps you will enlighten me then.”
“Ugh, forget it! I can’t believe I even tried to talk to you about this. Just go back into your precious hut and leave me alone,” she yelled in frustration as she began storming off in the opposite direction. But before she could get very far, a strong hand pulled her by the wrist.
Spock grabbed her as gently as he could, knowing that he could easily hurt her if things got out of control, and pulled her close to him, their faces a mere inch apart. He brought his other hand up to her face and softly caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, as he had longed to do for months now. Her heart rate was increasing and her breathing became irregular. From his research, he knew this was the desired result.
“I understand,” he spoke softly and as soon as those words left his mouth, he brushed his lips against hers.
Just as quickly as their lips met, they parted once again. Spock did not want to rush into anything before knowing what she was feeling, if she felt the same as he. He wanted to ask her but before he could even formulate a word, he felt her lips on him again. This time, her arm came up to wrap around his neck and he saw this as a sign to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Even with all the blood pounding in his ears, he could hear her softly moan in response and he felt himself go warm as he felt her body press against his.
When they finally grew the will power to part from each other, Nyota’s dress was nearly as drenched as Spock’s clothes and the white material of her dress became completely see-through. Spock could not help but admire her body and took comfort in knowing now that she belonged to him. His body wanted more from her but he would not do anything so rash. Instead, he simply took her hand into his and let his affection flow through the touch. She glanced down at their joined hands and then flashed a brilliant smile at him. He thought to himself that nothing in the world could compare to the beauty of her in that moment.
She woke with a startle in her bed once again, sweating profusely, and was unsurprised to find her hand inside her panties. The third time this week.
She needed him. She couldn’t bear to live with this unfulfilled desire any longer. She would be sixteen soon - that was old enough for her. Many of her classmates had done it much earlier and they did not seem harmed by it. She loved Spock more than anything and he loved her. It was the only thing in this world she was utterly and completely sure of.
That was it. She got out of bed and headed downstairs, and didn’t even bother putting on a robe. Her silky nightgown was plenty in this hot summer weather and if she had her way, she would soon be wearing nothing at all. She left through the back door and dashed in a hurry to the lodge. It was not her first time sneaking out in the middle of the night, though she knew that he would not be asleep regardless. She arrived at his door out of breath and knocked three times. Barely five seconds passed after her knock before the door opened. He appeared, wearing nothing but a pair of dark pants, and his pale skin glowing in the dim light, Nyota thought he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen.
“Hello, Nyota” was all he said before he was upon her.
He pushed her against the closed door and kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth, making her want him even more, if that was possible. He pulled back slightly; Nyota sensed a bit of hesitation. He wanted to make sure she wanted this. She had to reassure him that she wanted nothing else. That she had dreamt of this for so long. That she wanted to be his, completely.
“Spock, I can’t wait any longer,” she whispered. “It’s okay, I’m safe.”
And that was all he needed. His mouth returned to hers and he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he walked both of them into the bedroom. He set her down gently on the small single bed and paused, allowing himself a moment to bask in the sight before him. Nyota, her sheer pink nightdress bunched up at her waist, straps sliding off her shoulders, eyes wide with desire.
Nyota loved it when Spock looked at her like this but there was no time for that right now. She sat up and pulled the nightgown over her head and off her body, exposing her body to him for the first time. He responded by brushing his fingertips over her nipples, making her shiver, and moving his hands lower to remove the last piece of clothing on her. And then he was on her again, pressing the full length of his body on hers as his lips moved to cover every inch of her face to her shoulders. She thought her body must be on fire, being devoured by his heat.
Distantly, she felt his hand undo his own pants and pull them down just low enough to free himself. She spread her legs wider, silently directing him to where she wanted him to be, where she needed him to be. Taking himself in his own hand, he led his hard cock to her soft delicate opening. Slowly, she felt his length enter her and it was the most magnificent feeling she had ever experienced. As he continued to go deeper, she sensed a brief trace of pain but was quickly consumed by an unparalleled bliss. They began to move together, unhurriedly, savoring each thrust and the sensations it produced, their eyes locked on to one another.
Their movements sped up and Nyota began to feel a tingling build up in her lower half, as soft cries escaped her mouth. Soon enough, she experienced that glorious moment that she had heard about in songs and read in poems. Time seemed to stop for she could not say how long it lasted, only that all thought left her mind except that of Spock and her love for him. Faintly, she heard herself scream his name and not a minute later, the hard body in her arms went limp and collapsed on her.
It was a long time before either of them spoke; his heavy body still covered hers, as though protecting her from outside forces. They simply smiled and let out quiet sighs and gave each other sweet kisses. When Spock finally moved his body to lie next to her, Nyota missed his heavy warmth and moved into his arms immediately to recover the heat that now belonged to her. His strong arms gathered her and held her tightly, as they lightly dozed off.
Over an hour later, when they were finally able to speak, Nyota, still pressed against his chest, asked him something she had wanted to know since she knew him, “Spock, what do you remember about your planet? And the day my father found you.”
He glanced down at her, surprised at the question. At first, Nyota was afraid he would become upset and that she had ruined the night with her curiosity. But then, she knew that the surprise in his face was not the harsh or hurtful kind. In fact, he almost appeared grateful to hear her ask the question, pleased that she cared so much for him that she wanted to share his burdens.
“I remember the heat and endless mountains of red dust, and I remember three different homes where we lived. We never stayed for long. I rarely came in contact with anyone besides my own mother and father. They were troubled constantly, I recall. My mother never allowed me to leave the house alone. The day your father took me away was the first time I went outside alone. My father had instructed me to go hide in the storage dugout and I dared not disobey him. I stayed in there for hours, confused and hungry, and then I was saved.”
Nyota could not let him continue without throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a strong embrace, kissing his neck and face.
“I’m so sorry, Spock,” she sobbed into him, as he simply held her close for a while.
“It was not all bad. I have many fond memories of my parents, my mother especially. And everything that happened eventually brought me to you,” he spoke comfortingly.
“You’re right, we’re together. That’s all that matters now,” she admitted.
For the next two years, Spock and Nyota were together frequently. It was almost like their childhood when they were never apart for long, except now, in the place of friendship, there was a deep romantic and sexual bond. Every day, after she returned from school, she would find Spock and they would either go directly to his bed or take a swim in the pond. There were many secluded areas on the property where the pair would go to make love. On the edge of the pond, he would bury his head between her thighs and make her scream loud enough to send the birds flying. Under the giant oak tree, she rode his body until her own body trembled with pleasure and he shot his seed into her. And in her bedroom in the main house, he took her up against the wall and made her see stars.
Occasionally, they would argue and pick fights with each other just for the sake of it. Nyota said that it kept things interesting and that they should always have small fights so they could never turn into a big fight. Spock found it to be rather tiring but went along with her. There was very little she could not convince him of, he discovered.
If her father ever suspected anything between Nyota and Spock, he certainly never made it known. As she got older, Nyota began noticing that her father was frequently distracted, lost in his own thoughts or recollections. He was as loving and kind as ever but Nyota sensed that something was troubling him beneath the surface, as if a moment of dread was fast approaching. Nyota never thought about what it might be but she could see that it was taking a toll on her once healthy and vigorous father. He often locked himself away in his study for days, even taking his meals there, and his face looked remarkably aged for his 54 years. But whatever troubles were on his mind, he seemed happy to let Spock and Nyota be free to do as they wished.
Continued - Part 2