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HEY LUVS! PLEASE BEAR WITH ME, THIS CHAPTER MIGHT GO A LITTLE WEIRD FOR YOU GUYS, BUT THIS IS MY FIRST STAR TREK 2009 FANFICTION, AND I AM STILL GETTING INTO THE HANG OF WRITING IN THE CHARACTERS' PERSONALITIES. ALL THE VULCAN USED IN THIS CHAPTER IS REAL, NOT MADE UP. COMING FROM A SOURCE FROM . I WANTED TO MAKE SURE THIS WAS AS LEGIT AS POSSIBLE. AGAIN, BEAR WITH ME, THIS WILL GET BETTER AS IT GOES ALONG ^_^
"Shan'hal'lak." The Vulcan Elder said. "Love at first sight. It is what clearly holds together the bond that exists between Spock and T'Pring as of today. They are bonded in mind, and soon, one day, when the time is right, they shall be bonded in body as well. I hereby give my full discression for this unification. Furthermore, with my power as head elder in the Vulcan Council, pronounce this bond between these two young Vulcans, who may one day, be drawn together once again."
A 7 year old Spock stood ramrod straight opposite an equally stiff T'Pring. His father had told him all that would happen today. It was a Vulcan bonding ceremony. Two Vulcans, appropriately at the age of 7 were betrothed as it were to eachother, and "bonded" in mind so that one day, when the time was right, just as the Vulcan Elder Sherlan had said, would be drawn to eachother to complete the purpose of their bond.
T'Pring was an interesting match for Spock. She stood about 2 inches shorter than he, but with her chin to the skies. She had what had seemed to be an arrogant air about her. Possibly a feeling of superiority? Spock instantly began to feel self-conscious. As he did infront of the other Vulcan boys who teased him. Did she know of his hybrid blood? If so, was she dissapointed that she had been chosen for the half-breed rather than a stallion?
He twitched with anguish slightly, but it was barely enough to be noticeable. As well as explaining to Spock what would happen today, Sarek had also, in a very stern tone, spoken with Spock on the seriousness of this ceremony, and why he needed to remain extremely still.
The ceremony, which had been held before the rest of the Vulcan Council, ended, and Spock and T'Pring were released to sit quietly outside.
T'Pring turned slowly towards Spock. They were both sitting on a stone cold bench."Why does your mother not look like the other Vulcan women?"
"Because," Spock answered "She is not Vulcan."
"Is she Romulan?" T'Pring asked, slight terror in her voice. Obviously, since she was still very young, she had not mastered hiding all emotions.
"No, she is not."
"Andorian?"
"No."
"Orion?"
"She is not green of color."
"...Is she...Klingon?" T'Pring did not try to hide the disgust from her voice. Apparently the only emotions she hadn't learned to purge were the judgemental ones.
"She has no distortions on her forehead. I would advise you to stop making such ridiculous inquiries." Spock said, almost ready to sigh from annoyance. Had common sense escaped this girl? All of her guesses towards his mother's race were highly illogical.
"Well then if I agree to stop making such ridiculous inquiries, however still possess the curiosity to know of your mother's origin, I will ask of you that you share it yourself."
"It is my personal preference to choose to refrain from providing that information." Spock replied in a monotone.
"It is that terrible." With no inflection at the end of her sentence, Spock realized that this was a statement, and not a question.
"Nothing about my mother is terrible." Spock said trying desperately to refrain from displaying an emotional outburst of anger. "She is human."
Spock turned his head less than 10 degrees to the left to look at T'Pring, and could have sworn, that she had for the briefest moment what looked like horror wash across her face.
"I see." She said. "How queer of your father, a Vulcan Ambassador, to marry a human woman."
"He is ambassador to Earth."
"That still makes no difference. My father is a farmer, and he married no pig."
Spock lost control of his emotions.
"Apparently he must have, because you certainly are one yourself!" He said harshly, bursting up from his seat on the bench. He walked rushingly down the many stone steps that led up to the Vulcan Embassy, and hardly heard his mother calling after him.
Something, and Spock could not understand what that something was, caused Spock to go wild and behemoth when someone insulted something to do with his mother, or his mother herself. His father often described this something as emotion, but Spock refused to believe so. He might have been half human, but he was also half Vulcan. He had a right to purge all emotion.
*****
Jim Kirk strode cheerfully through the metal doors of the bridge on the Enterprise. "Good morning fellow shipmates!" His grin was as wide as Texas, and there was a slight bounce to his step.
"You're late, Captain." Uhura turned in her chair to look at the dashing young Captain of the Enterprise.
"I know." He winked, and Uhura wrinkled her nose in disgust. They had docked on a Federation controlled planet last night - meaning there was a bar. Where there was a bar, there was booze and "hot chicks". And knowing James Tiberius Kirk, he had turned on the charm factor with a poor, innocent, unsuspecting girl - or as Uhura put it, the next Blonde Bimbo in the grand hall of women who have slept with Jim Kirk.
"Well, as long as you're in a good mood, we might as well use this to our advantage and actually get something done today. About 20 minutes before you walked into the bridge practically on the verge of singing the first few chords of "Oh what a Beautiful Morning", we received a transmission from Star Fleet, and they want us to investigate some strange occurances on the planet Andora." Uhura responded, her voice caked in sassiness.
"Did they say what these "strange occurances" were?" Kirk said.
"They did not specify Captain." Uhura replied with annoyance in her voice.
Kirk leaned in. "I'm sorry that you're not in a good mood this morning just because Spock was not in the mood last night lieutenant, however there is no reason why you should dampen my chipper attitude." He leaned out and Uhura shot him the death scowl.
"Chekov!" The boom in Kirk's voice made the young Ensign practically fall out of his seat.
"Yes Keptin?"
"Set a course for Andora!"
"Aye Keptin, we're already en route to Andora, sir."
"Fantastic! I like to know that my crew is ontop of things when I am ontop of a few others." Jim did not refrain from chuckling at his own joke. The rest of the Enterprise crew showed no amusement to this joke except for Sulu, who looked like he was about to high five the Captain had they not been on the bridge.
"Captain, if you would please refrain from the telling of inappropriate innuendos on the bridge?" Spock's voice came from behind. Kirk turned around to discover his Vulcan friend sitting in the Captain's chair.
"Spock, I've waited months to be able to tell you this, as you once told me..." Kirk said, grinning from ear to ear. He cleared his throat, put on his best stern, blank face, obviously a mockery of Spock, and spoke. "Out of the chair."
"Ofcourse Captain." Spock rose up and stood in the back of the chair, short of rolling his eyes. When Kirk was seated, Spock leaned down until his lips were almost to Kirk's ear. "If you would please also refrain from referring to the personal relationship Lieutenant Uhura and myself infront of the other crew members, especially on the bridge."
"How did you..." Kirk looked up at the Vulcan in puzzlement.
"Captain, these pointy ears are hardly just for decoration." Spock said. As he did, the smallest hint of a smirk appeared on his face when a corner of his mouth lifted gently.
"To Andora then." Kirk smiled greatly.
*****
Jim approached the sick bay singing the first few bars of the musical Oklahoma!. Bones looked up abruptly when hearing the Captain's screechy voice lead him through the doors.
"How good was she, Jim?" Dr. McCoy asked, knowing the routine of the Captain's actions when they docked on a federation controlled planet.
"You mean how good were they." He corrected.
"Good god Jim. One of these days, you're going to contract an intergalactic STD and I swear if you come crying to me..." The threat was left empty.
"5 BONES! 5 HOT CHICKS!" Kirk practically screamed.
"You mean 5 random space hoes who were too damn drunk to be aware of their actions, and will probably have no recollection of the cunning young Star Fleet captain who took advantage of them while they were totally vulnerable!" Bones corrected Jim this time.
"Bones, please do not be jealous that I have gotten more action in a week than you have had in a year." Kirk smiled.
"Dammit Jim! I'm a Doctor, not a Pimp!" McCoy couldn't help but smirk as he used his trademark line.
"But it's true isn't it? You haven't nearly had as much sex as me! I mean for Christ's sake, you were recently in a marriage! Beside that, it was a marriage that ended in divorce!" Jim chuckled heartily as he took joy in his friend's failed relationship and lack of action.
"Hey, I have a daughter, man! Besides, not even a male prostitute gets as much sex as you do!" Bones retaliated.
"I believe they are called Gigalows, Bones, and I am thinking about that career option. Might as well get paid at doing the thing you're best at...right?"
Bones sighed, shook his head, and continued inspecting his tricorders.
*****
That night, Spock and Uhura lay holding eachother.
"Spock, there is something I have been meaning to ask you, but I hope you don't think it's a stupid question." Uhura said.
"Uhura, coming from a woman as intelligent as you, I find it highly illogical that any question you ask is stupid."
"Do you have any girlfriends back on Vulcan?" She asked timidly.
"I do not follow."
"You know. Did you have any first loves?"
"You are my first love." When Spock said this, Uhura's heart nearly burst, and she immediately felt stupid for asking her question.
Noticing the sudden reddening of her cheeks, Spock lifted Uhura's chin up with his finger and placed the softest of kisses on her lips.
"Why did you need to know?" Spock asked after pulling away reluctantly.
"It's just a silly girl thing."
"I see. Humans are quite interesting when it comes to behaviour, but I must say, it is human women who puzzle me the greatest." Spock smirked slightly to give Uhura comfort.
"Did you like anybody, or did anybody like you? How does marriage work on Vulcan?" The questions slipped out of Uhura's mouth before she could control them.
"We are betrothed at a young age." Spock answered the question dismissively.
"You weren't betrothed?" Uhura pressed.
"I was." He answered extremely slowly. He immediately felt Uhura tense up in his arms.
"Was she on Vulcan when..." Uhura did not dare finish the sentence.
"No." Spock's answer caused her great grief. "She was on Orion, visiting an ailing friend when it happened."
"So then what are we doing?" Her voice cracked slightly, full of panic.
"What do you mean?"
"What are we doing if you're already promised to this girl?" When Spock did not answer, she jerked herself away from him and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Nyota, I was going to tell you. But when I did I had hoped you would not jump to such conclusions. There is no wedding date. It might not even happen."
"But what if it does? I am almost certain it will! Why? Because that's about the extent of how my luck goes." She stood up angrily and walked over to the chair where he robe hung off of the back.
"Nyota, please, calm down."
"How can you expect me to calm down?! The man I love is promised to another, and I don't find out about this until months into our relationship? This is way too messed up for me! Why did you not tell me sooner?" She asked, her voice growing weaker as it made the transition from anger to hurt.
"Because I wanted to be with you."
The simplicity of his answer took Uhura aback. She immediately felt all the rage was out of her in two thin streams sourcing at her eyes.
"Nyota," Spock began as he knelt at her side. "I didn't tell you because I did not want you to get hurt, because I believe I do love you."
"I'm sorry, but I can't talk to you right now. Not when it seems that you only believe you love me. At this point, all I am is a booty call." She stood up abruptly and rushed out of Spock's room.
Spock stayed kneeling there. In puzzlement. "Human women," he whispered, "truly are peculiar creatures."
*****
In the Conference room of the Enterprise, Spock sat down at a chair in front of a small screen that was on the table. Uhura had received transmission that a Vulcan was trying to reach him, and as she sourly informed him, she also suggested that maybe he take the "call" in the privacy of the conference room. Perhaps it was consideration, or perhaps it was a way for her to get him out of the room. Spock could think about this later. He was eager to know who it was that was attempting to reach him.
He turned on the screen by a small button below it, and nearly fell off of his chair when he saw who appeared.
A/N:
HELLO LUVS ^_^
I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS BEGINNING CHAPTER OF THIS NEW STORY I THOUGHT I'D TRY OUT! I RECENTLY SAW STAR TREK 2009 AND FELL IN LOVE WITH IT! I ESPECIALLY LOVED THE SPOCK/UHURA SHIPPING AND KNEW THAT THIS WAS MY NEW THING! AGAIN I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, AND PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO R&R (FOR YOU NEWBIES THAT'S "RATE AND REVIEW") AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! IF I GET GOOD ENOUGH FEEDBACK (WHICH I HOPE I DO) I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE SOME MORE!!!
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