So, I finish watching Star Trek on Thursday, and by Friday, I have a whole story plotted out in my brain... crazy! This is how obsessed I am already! . Anyways, this is mainly Spock/Uhura, and I'm going to put an orignal character in to get things moving quicker. ;)

"Say what?!" James, excuse me, Captain Kirk demanded, his eyes wide with a blend of anger and confusion directed at his wincing helmsman.

The corner of Spock's lip twitched so minimally that only Uhura noticed. "I believe that Captain Kirk is attempting to express his confusion over the circumstances of your leave, though not in a very articulate way, as is usual with him. Please, explain your reasoning again."

Sulu blinked, aware of the way Kirk was now glaring at the half Vulcan and hoping he wouldn't turn on him, "My oldest sister is getting married next week. I need a leave of absence to watch over her kids."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Kirk outraged, "You get drunk, get married, then get back to the kids. End of story. Who drags in their brother? Completely creepy and unnecessary for a wedding."

"Perhaps there is more to traditional Japanese marriages that we weren't aware of," Dr. McCoy cut in, glaring at the Captain, "Isn't there, Sulu?"

A blink, "Actually, no not really."

Everyone else in the room seemed to blink. "Then, why must you go, mon apyr?" Chekov gently asked.

"Yeah, please explain," Kirk unnecessarily asked.

Sulu sighed and sat back in his chair, "Well, in my culture, it's imperative to be respectful to your elders. My sister is a good fifteen years older than me and therefore I have a lot of respect for her. She married her first husband when she was only eighteen and had three kids with him before he left the family. She's been working so hard to meet end's needs since then. But now, for the first time, she is happy and wants to travel the galaxy for her honeymoon and… well, I don't think it'd be too much to look after her kids for a couple months while she's out enjoying herself."

Everyone's expression seemed to soften in the room, especially Uhura, who had her hand clasped on her chest. "Alright…" Kirk reluctantly said, "I guess it's for a good cause, but- Wait, did you say months?!" His face abruptly reverted to anger, "What am I gonna do without a helmsman for months?! We kinda need someone to drive this thing!"

Uhura frowned at him, "As much as we need him, Captain, I think it's possible for us to find a replacement for a few months."

Kirk groaned, "Can't you get a babysitter?"

Sulu shrugged, "I guess she only trusts me."

"Where am I gonna find a replacement?"

"I have a cousin…"

"So do I."

Sulu rolled his eyes, "My cousin's just graduated from the Academy and she's still undecided whether to go onboard or go for a different career. This experience can help her decide."

"See, Jim? So it's all settled. We'll have your cousin come in and you can go to your sister's wedding," McCoy happily said, proud to have figured it all out.

"Actually, she's not really my cousin."

"What?"

"She's my second cousin… once removed. Or my first cousin twice removed. I could never tell the difference."

"A first cousin twice removed is the offspring from-"

"Spare us, Spock," Kirk groaned, his head in his hands. He looked up to glare at the frowning Asian man, "Fine, Sulu," he sighed, "Go babysit. God. But your cousin better be hot."

"Er… no comment."

***

Spock had requested for dismissal first and Kirk quickly agreed to it, still uncharacteristically upset about losing Sulu for his distant relative. Uhura quickly asked for it after him and shot out the room, knowing she could catch him before the turbolift doors closed. Luckily, her calculations were accurate and the door was still open with Spock, as stoic as ever, eying her flustered advance with cool indifference.

She slid in and he pressed a button for the doors to slide shut. He didn't look at her but blankly at the walls. She looked at him. It'd been a month since defeating Nero and rescuing Christopher Pike. He had not spoken to her since. For any man, to kiss a girl and avoid her the next day was strange, but for the always rational, sensible Spock, it was completely out of character. Perhaps he had suffered from some memory erasing infection she was unaware of? More likely, he was regretful for his actions and believed that if he ignored her, she'd go away. Still, that was completely illogical. What was he thinking? Well, there was only one way to find out. Her heart thundered loudly in her chest at the prospect of speaking to him again.

"So, um… it was interesting how livid Captain Kirk was over Sulu's departure," it was the first thing that popped in her mind and she blushed slightly over the ill chosen topic, wishing, at the second, nothing more than to bash her head on the hard metallic doors. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Spock, however, didn't even look at her, didn't even make any notion that he had heard her, "Yes, indeed," he finally said.

"Yeah… um, what Sulu was attempting was very… decent in my eyes," she rambled on, "Helping his sister in need. I never thought him as such a generous person as we all know he's not that good with kids."

"That assessment is accurate."

She winced, then opened her mouth to say more, but the door slid open and Spock instantly exited the lift, "Good evening, Lieutenant," he called over his shoulder.

Uhura had to bite her lip to keep from groaning in despair, "Sleep well, Commander," she dully said in return, longingly staring after the back of his head as he stiffly strode to his quarters. Instead of returning to her chambers as well for some highly deserved sleep, she pressed the button for the cafeteria…

Two hours later, she was found with her head down on a table, a small pile of wrappers at her elbow.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Uhura looked up and was only slightly disappointed to find Dr. McCoy there, looking at her curiously. "That term hasn't been in common use since the 2100s, when that form of currency on Earth was replaced with-"

"Stop trying to change the subject with your smarts. Tell me what's wrong, Nyota." He said, seating himself in the chair across from her.

"Why do you assume there's something wrong?" She retorted, hoping she wasn't too obvious in her anguish over Spock.

"Well, judging by the way you're shivering, although the temperature is suitable in this room, and by the number of wrappers at your side, I believe that you have consumed an unhealthy amount of ice cream sandwiches, and since, judging by the last time you came to me for pain reliever, two weeks ago, you are not in your menstrual stage yet, so therefore the ice cream cannot just be mood food. Tell me what's wrong."

Damn it. She never knew ice cream sandwiches could give away so much about a person. She sighed and put down the bar in her hand, "It's Spock."

"That was my first guess. How's my boy been treatin' ya?" His big brown eyes were so friendly that she couldn't help but trust him.

Uhura irritably swung her long ponytail out of her face, "I tried speaking to him today. We hadn't spoken for a month."

"Oh… not so well then…" Suddenly, he felt awkward. McCoy had thought that he was going to try to pressure a blow by blow out of Uhura and see if the stiff Vulcan was so stiff in bed. Instead he just wedged himself between a rock and a hard place… not comfortable. Listening to a woman complain about a breakup was much less amusing than listening to a woman complain about an insufficient romantic partner.

"I don't understand," Uhura viciously stuffed half her ice cream sandwich in her mouth, "Ah mean, Ah didn't do anytin' wrong!" She hastily swallowed, "One day, we were- well, you don't need to know the details, but intimate, and the next- nothing. It's like I died or something."

He winced in sympathy, "My experience with Vulcans tells me that they can be very strange sometimes when they do things they believe to be the most logical. Perhaps you need to talk to him."

"Ah tried dat!" She declared, scarfing down the rest of her treat, "He won't lis'sen!"

"Er- maybe you should lay off the ice cream," being a doctor, he couldn't help but advise.

Uhura glared at him, "You're right," she finally said, scooting her chair away from the table, "I need Kirk to make inappropriate comments about my ass tomorrow in front of him."

"Um, sure. Anyways, I know your confrontation with him today didn't go as planned, but I think you really need to speak with him, so the best way to do this is to come clean and tell him you need to."

Uhura frowned in consideration, "You think?"

"I know."

"What should I say?"

"I don't know. What do you want to say?"

"I just…" She shook her head, "Why is he doing this? I mean, it's obvious I likw him, and he seemed not to protest against my affections a month ago, so I'd ask him about the reasoning behind his reconsideration…"

"Perfect," Bones said, relieved.

"God, they need to serve alcohol here!" She complained, ice cream not giving her the numb satisfaction alcohol could.

"As a doctor, I am supposed to heartedly disapprove of the toxin that destroys your liver and intuitions, but as a human being, you're damn right."

I know, too much rambling in the beginning and not enough Spock/Uhura... Sorry! But it's coming- I swear! Please make my day and review! ;)