Learning Human Nature
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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
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4,830
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2
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Secrets
Summary: Spock has noticed Cadet Uhura and wishes he knew more about how human inter-act "romantically."
Rating: NC 17- nudity, sex
Pairing(s): Spock and Uhura
Feedback: reviews welcome.
Characters: Original characters - Uhura's father, Vernon Uhura; her sister, Kendra; her sister's lover, Max; a friend, Gabriel and the Vulcan, Sunval.
Author’s notes: This is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. Story takes place 2 years before the movie begins.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, Star Trek fandom or any of the Star Trek characters portrayed in this story nor did I receive any financial compensation for writing this story.
Learning Human Nature
Chapter 6- Secrets
A secret is a treasure or millstone depending on what it is. Uhura and Spock had a secret. And was one that if uncovered could destroy both their careers and reputations in Starfleet.
That they had been careless enough to indulge in that behavior in broad daylight was bad enough. But that they had been discovered by none other than James T. Kirk was as bad as it could get.
Uhura had stood there with mango juice all over her hands and face as Spock stood up, pulled down the waist of his uniform jacket with both hands, nodded to her and left without a word. She and Kirk watched as he walked away. Then Kirk winked at her and with a chuckle, shook his head and walked the other direction.
She had picked up her bag and putting her head up she strode toward her dormitory, angry, humiliated and embarrassed. The worst of it was Spock. He had just walked away. Like nothing happened.
Spock sat in front of the monitor in his office working for about an hour before he felt he had his emotions under control enough to even start to think about what had happened on the quad. He was only beginning to deal with what he and Nyota had begun last night. His head swam with conflicting thoughts and invading emotions.
Was this some neurological growth phase unique to him as a hybrid? Or was his attraction for Nyota Uhura what had unleashed this torrent of feelings he couldn’t control?
“I do not know,” he whispered to himself. He did know that had he not walked away from the scene in the quad he might have really lost it. He was already at a heightened level of emotion when Kirk appeared. The anxiety and anger that rose to take the place of the sensual emotion he was feeling was too strong to ignore. He had to leave at once.
He had returned to his office and immediately gone to the head across the hall to change his uniform jacket which was soiled with the mango juice. He washed his face and hands and stood in his T-shirt staring at the face in the mirror searching for some kind of resolution or insight. He needed to get control of his emotions and act logically.
Uhura’s entire career could easily be completely ruined as could his own. He didn’t know if he could continue to venture on these sojourns into human relationships full of emotion.
Perhaps it was wise for him to consider Koli-nhar and purge the emotions once and for all. He had believed he could keep them under control. But lately he was coming to realize this might not be true.
If it had been anyone but Kirk, the insolent, ruffian from Iowa. He was brash, reckless and out of control. Spock groaned and leaned his forehead against the mirror.
“I am describing myself.”
Kirk trotted lightly down the steps of the classroom building satisfied he’d done the best he could on the term paper he’d just turned in… ahead of time, thank you very much. He turned when he heard his name being called.
“Jim!” waved his friend and drinking buddy McCoy. They caught up with each other and continued on across the quad toward the gymnasium.
“Bones! I’m done. That was my last paper and I have one more exam and I’m done for the semester.” His friend clapped him on the back.
“Congratulations! Let’s celebrate. I’m buying.”
“No I’m headed to the gym. Then one more night of hitting the books,” replied Kirk who was smiling broadly.
“What’s going on? You look like a cat that has swallowed a canary.”
“Do I?” he laughed. They were at the steps of the gym and parted with the promise of a raucous evening following the last exam.
McCoy headed for the transport station to catch a train for home and Kirk opened the door to the fitness center and went inside.
Uhura held in her tears till she hit the door of her dormitory quarters. Once inside she dropped onto her bed and cried for several minutes. After a shower and a change into comfortable clothing she sat down at her desk to try to complete a paper she had due the following morning. It was no use. She laid her head on her hands and cried off and on.
She had known that it was going to be complicated having a relationship with Spock. That she had even ventured into it wasn’t like her at all. Her mother had often said that she needed to learn to follow her heart more and her brain less. But this was a disaster.
The practical side of her nature couldn’t deny the issue of her career and what this was likely to do to that. And for Spock this could be even more professionally devastating. Oh, what were they thinking?
“Well that’s the answer right there,” she thought. We weren’t thinking at all. And now look. Her whole life was falling apart.
She had believed that she could trust Spock. Even with all his alien-ness she thought she had seen into his heart and that he wouldn’t have deserted her without so much as a word. Maybe the two of them as a couple wasn’t a good idea. She hated that thought but she couldn’t help thinking it. She vowed to be still and try to understand him. But she also vowed that she wouldn’t be put in this kind of situation again for him.
Spock was raised on a planet with little water for drinking and agriculture and almost no recreational water. The sonic showers commonly in use were invented by a Vulcan to reduce the need for bathing in water as a conservation measure. He was accustomed to their use and appreciated their convenience, but he really loved water.
He had learned to swim as a child when traveling with his parents on holiday and he found that swimming was a relaxing and pleasant way to keep fit. His body was naturally built for swimming with long, less bulky muscles than some men. And the opportunity to swim every day was something for which he was appreciative.
So many hours of his life were spent sitting at a computer that he could have easily become soft even at his young age.
At the gymnasium he slipped into the stationary swim pool and grabbed the steel bar at the front with one hand as he told the computer to recall his routine.
“Spock – swim routine.”
“Confirm Spock swim routine, current strength level 8, time set for 45 mintues.” replied the computer
“Spock affirmative.” The water began to course by him, flowing from the powerful jets in front of him. He let go of the steel bar and began to swim against the current. For the next 45 minutes he swam with efficient, rhythmic strokes, elevating his heart rate and heating up his muscles.
“Current shut down in 15 seconds.” said the computer. Spock stopped swimming and, breathing hard, he grabbed the steel bar and waited for the current to subside. He put his head against the side of the pool and let his heart rate come down a bit before lithely pulling himself out of the water on the side of the pool.
He walked into the locker room and to one in the bank of lockers for day use. He pulled a towel out of it and began to dry off. Two men were talking from the adjacent aisle where another bank of lockers stood.
“I’m telling you she was hot,” said a familiar voice. It was Kirk. The other man was laughing.
“Did you get her name at least?” he asked.
“Of course I did. Gaila, man. Green and beautiful!” said Kirk with relish.
Spock let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. They weren’t talking about Nyota. The two continued talking but Spock didn’t listen. He dressed and picked up his things to leave the locker room. Just as he rounded the corner Kirk appeared to his left. The two of them stood motionless for a second and looked at each other. Spock nodded to him and waited for Kirk to speak.
“Commander, I was just going for a beer. You want to join me?” Spock couldn’t have been more surprised at the offer. He paused and looked at Kirk’s smiling face and then replied.
“That would be a good idea.” He had no idea what Kirk had to say to him about what he had witnessed earlier that afternoon but whether it was blackmail or not, he knew he had to find out to protect Uhura and himself from scandal if possible. The two men left the building and without speaking headed for a small bar off campus a few blocks away.
The bayside pub wasn’t a student hangout like some of the bars around the Academy campus. Kirk had discovered it his second week at Starfleet. He liked the pub grub and the cold beer. It reminded him of home and was a favorite place for him to eat and study when he didn’t feel like rocking and rolling with his comrades.
They entered the softly lit space and sat down away from the door. Kirk signed his order to the waiter behind the bar asking for two beers and then looked across the table at Spock. Spock waited with his hands folded in front of him for Kirk to speak.
“OK, Commander. I saw what was going on today between you and Lt. Uhura.” Spock stiffened and stared back. In a quiet voice he asked.
“What are your intentions with regard to reporting this to Starfleet administration?” Kirk coughed and looked away then back to Spock leaning closer to him.
“Spock… May I call you Spock? Why would I report this to anyone?”
Spock narrowed his eyes trying to see into Kirk’s mind for the truth.
“I don’t care what the two of you do with each other. I’m not sleeping with her.” Spock felt the anger beginning to rise up in him and checked it carefully before he spoke.
“But we have violated several Starfleet regulations and you are an eye witness of that.”
“Have you violated Uhura?” Kirk asked with a tone of seriousness that Spock could sense clearly.
“Of course not,” Spock replied quickly. “We mutually agreed to… spend time together.” Kirk shrugged and took a long pull off the cold beer.
“Then fuck her brains out for all I care,” he said casually. Spock raised one eyebrow but said nothing. “You all look cute together.” Kirk finished off the beer and put the glass down beside the one Spock had not touched.
“I’ll keep your secret, no problem.” Kirk leaned across the table.
“But don’t you hurt her or I’ll kick your Vulcan ass.” He stood up to leave but stopped and leaned down putting his face close to Spock’s.
“That’s a promise, Commander.”
After Kirk left the bar Spock lifted the glass of beer to his lips and drank it down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Clearly there was more to James T. Kirk than Spock had first thought.
Rating: NC 17- nudity, sex
Pairing(s): Spock and Uhura
Feedback: reviews welcome.
Characters: Original characters - Uhura's father, Vernon Uhura; her sister, Kendra; her sister's lover, Max; a friend, Gabriel and the Vulcan, Sunval.
Author’s notes: This is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. Story takes place 2 years before the movie begins.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, Star Trek fandom or any of the Star Trek characters portrayed in this story nor did I receive any financial compensation for writing this story.
Learning Human Nature
Chapter 6- Secrets
A secret is a treasure or millstone depending on what it is. Uhura and Spock had a secret. And was one that if uncovered could destroy both their careers and reputations in Starfleet.
That they had been careless enough to indulge in that behavior in broad daylight was bad enough. But that they had been discovered by none other than James T. Kirk was as bad as it could get.
Uhura had stood there with mango juice all over her hands and face as Spock stood up, pulled down the waist of his uniform jacket with both hands, nodded to her and left without a word. She and Kirk watched as he walked away. Then Kirk winked at her and with a chuckle, shook his head and walked the other direction.
She had picked up her bag and putting her head up she strode toward her dormitory, angry, humiliated and embarrassed. The worst of it was Spock. He had just walked away. Like nothing happened.
Spock sat in front of the monitor in his office working for about an hour before he felt he had his emotions under control enough to even start to think about what had happened on the quad. He was only beginning to deal with what he and Nyota had begun last night. His head swam with conflicting thoughts and invading emotions.
Was this some neurological growth phase unique to him as a hybrid? Or was his attraction for Nyota Uhura what had unleashed this torrent of feelings he couldn’t control?
“I do not know,” he whispered to himself. He did know that had he not walked away from the scene in the quad he might have really lost it. He was already at a heightened level of emotion when Kirk appeared. The anxiety and anger that rose to take the place of the sensual emotion he was feeling was too strong to ignore. He had to leave at once.
He had returned to his office and immediately gone to the head across the hall to change his uniform jacket which was soiled with the mango juice. He washed his face and hands and stood in his T-shirt staring at the face in the mirror searching for some kind of resolution or insight. He needed to get control of his emotions and act logically.
Uhura’s entire career could easily be completely ruined as could his own. He didn’t know if he could continue to venture on these sojourns into human relationships full of emotion.
Perhaps it was wise for him to consider Koli-nhar and purge the emotions once and for all. He had believed he could keep them under control. But lately he was coming to realize this might not be true.
If it had been anyone but Kirk, the insolent, ruffian from Iowa. He was brash, reckless and out of control. Spock groaned and leaned his forehead against the mirror.
“I am describing myself.”
Kirk trotted lightly down the steps of the classroom building satisfied he’d done the best he could on the term paper he’d just turned in… ahead of time, thank you very much. He turned when he heard his name being called.
“Jim!” waved his friend and drinking buddy McCoy. They caught up with each other and continued on across the quad toward the gymnasium.
“Bones! I’m done. That was my last paper and I have one more exam and I’m done for the semester.” His friend clapped him on the back.
“Congratulations! Let’s celebrate. I’m buying.”
“No I’m headed to the gym. Then one more night of hitting the books,” replied Kirk who was smiling broadly.
“What’s going on? You look like a cat that has swallowed a canary.”
“Do I?” he laughed. They were at the steps of the gym and parted with the promise of a raucous evening following the last exam.
McCoy headed for the transport station to catch a train for home and Kirk opened the door to the fitness center and went inside.
Uhura held in her tears till she hit the door of her dormitory quarters. Once inside she dropped onto her bed and cried for several minutes. After a shower and a change into comfortable clothing she sat down at her desk to try to complete a paper she had due the following morning. It was no use. She laid her head on her hands and cried off and on.
She had known that it was going to be complicated having a relationship with Spock. That she had even ventured into it wasn’t like her at all. Her mother had often said that she needed to learn to follow her heart more and her brain less. But this was a disaster.
The practical side of her nature couldn’t deny the issue of her career and what this was likely to do to that. And for Spock this could be even more professionally devastating. Oh, what were they thinking?
“Well that’s the answer right there,” she thought. We weren’t thinking at all. And now look. Her whole life was falling apart.
She had believed that she could trust Spock. Even with all his alien-ness she thought she had seen into his heart and that he wouldn’t have deserted her without so much as a word. Maybe the two of them as a couple wasn’t a good idea. She hated that thought but she couldn’t help thinking it. She vowed to be still and try to understand him. But she also vowed that she wouldn’t be put in this kind of situation again for him.
Spock was raised on a planet with little water for drinking and agriculture and almost no recreational water. The sonic showers commonly in use were invented by a Vulcan to reduce the need for bathing in water as a conservation measure. He was accustomed to their use and appreciated their convenience, but he really loved water.
He had learned to swim as a child when traveling with his parents on holiday and he found that swimming was a relaxing and pleasant way to keep fit. His body was naturally built for swimming with long, less bulky muscles than some men. And the opportunity to swim every day was something for which he was appreciative.
So many hours of his life were spent sitting at a computer that he could have easily become soft even at his young age.
At the gymnasium he slipped into the stationary swim pool and grabbed the steel bar at the front with one hand as he told the computer to recall his routine.
“Spock – swim routine.”
“Confirm Spock swim routine, current strength level 8, time set for 45 mintues.” replied the computer
“Spock affirmative.” The water began to course by him, flowing from the powerful jets in front of him. He let go of the steel bar and began to swim against the current. For the next 45 minutes he swam with efficient, rhythmic strokes, elevating his heart rate and heating up his muscles.
“Current shut down in 15 seconds.” said the computer. Spock stopped swimming and, breathing hard, he grabbed the steel bar and waited for the current to subside. He put his head against the side of the pool and let his heart rate come down a bit before lithely pulling himself out of the water on the side of the pool.
He walked into the locker room and to one in the bank of lockers for day use. He pulled a towel out of it and began to dry off. Two men were talking from the adjacent aisle where another bank of lockers stood.
“I’m telling you she was hot,” said a familiar voice. It was Kirk. The other man was laughing.
“Did you get her name at least?” he asked.
“Of course I did. Gaila, man. Green and beautiful!” said Kirk with relish.
Spock let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. They weren’t talking about Nyota. The two continued talking but Spock didn’t listen. He dressed and picked up his things to leave the locker room. Just as he rounded the corner Kirk appeared to his left. The two of them stood motionless for a second and looked at each other. Spock nodded to him and waited for Kirk to speak.
“Commander, I was just going for a beer. You want to join me?” Spock couldn’t have been more surprised at the offer. He paused and looked at Kirk’s smiling face and then replied.
“That would be a good idea.” He had no idea what Kirk had to say to him about what he had witnessed earlier that afternoon but whether it was blackmail or not, he knew he had to find out to protect Uhura and himself from scandal if possible. The two men left the building and without speaking headed for a small bar off campus a few blocks away.
The bayside pub wasn’t a student hangout like some of the bars around the Academy campus. Kirk had discovered it his second week at Starfleet. He liked the pub grub and the cold beer. It reminded him of home and was a favorite place for him to eat and study when he didn’t feel like rocking and rolling with his comrades.
They entered the softly lit space and sat down away from the door. Kirk signed his order to the waiter behind the bar asking for two beers and then looked across the table at Spock. Spock waited with his hands folded in front of him for Kirk to speak.
“OK, Commander. I saw what was going on today between you and Lt. Uhura.” Spock stiffened and stared back. In a quiet voice he asked.
“What are your intentions with regard to reporting this to Starfleet administration?” Kirk coughed and looked away then back to Spock leaning closer to him.
“Spock… May I call you Spock? Why would I report this to anyone?”
Spock narrowed his eyes trying to see into Kirk’s mind for the truth.
“I don’t care what the two of you do with each other. I’m not sleeping with her.” Spock felt the anger beginning to rise up in him and checked it carefully before he spoke.
“But we have violated several Starfleet regulations and you are an eye witness of that.”
“Have you violated Uhura?” Kirk asked with a tone of seriousness that Spock could sense clearly.
“Of course not,” Spock replied quickly. “We mutually agreed to… spend time together.” Kirk shrugged and took a long pull off the cold beer.
“Then fuck her brains out for all I care,” he said casually. Spock raised one eyebrow but said nothing. “You all look cute together.” Kirk finished off the beer and put the glass down beside the one Spock had not touched.
“I’ll keep your secret, no problem.” Kirk leaned across the table.
“But don’t you hurt her or I’ll kick your Vulcan ass.” He stood up to leave but stopped and leaned down putting his face close to Spock’s.
“That’s a promise, Commander.”
After Kirk left the bar Spock lifted the glass of beer to his lips and drank it down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Clearly there was more to James T. Kirk than Spock had first thought.