A Pragmatic Theory of Truth - 5/25
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leandraholmesTitle: A Pragmatic Theory of Truth
Chapter: 5 of 25 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4)
Word count: 1668 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
petbubble and leandralocke
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG - NC-17
Summary: One and a half years before the destruction of Vulcan, Spock meets an extraordinary young cadet during a lecture at Starfleet Academy. Their initial encounter is brief but intense, and affects both of them in ways they could never have imagined.
Authors' notes Thanks toblueeyed_secret for beta-reading.
This is our first multi-chapter Spock/Uhura fic, but it has been completed for a while. We are currently already working on follow-ups, so there's no need to worry that this might never be completed. We're just editing it chapter by chapter and having it beta-read now and should post a new chapter every few days.
The story is also online at Fanfiction.net
The cafeteria was crowded, yet Nyota and Gaila had managed to find a somewhat quiet spot at one of the tables along the big, two-story windows where they sat down to have lunch. Having walked from the classroom almost on autopilot Nyota was still dazed at seeing him back at the Academy. Although she'd had her back to the door at the beginning of class, she'd known who their new instructor was as soon as he'd spoken, the voice sending a shiver up her spine. When had he returned? What on Earth was she going to do?
Oh God...
"... really nice. And that French guy?" Gaila's cheerful babble pulled Nyota back into the here and now. "He looks so young, but he's kinda cute. I wonder if it's true what they say about French people. Well, they practically invented sex, didn't they?" Gaila giggled softly and brushed one of her deep copper curls out of her face before she took a bite from her cheese sandwich. "Looks like the semester might be really fun, huh?"
"Gaila, I know you're Orion and probably can't help yourself, but is there any time that you don't think about jumping into a guy's pants?" Nyota smiled slightly, shaking her head as she stabbed a tomato with her fork. Waving her fork at Gaila she continued to talk, "They may have 'practically invented' it, but the French are also known for being all talk. Plus, is there a chance I can have some classmates left at the end of the semester that you haven't slept with?"
Gaila's brow twisted and she looked down onto her plate for a moment, before she replied. "Yeah. I have no intention to do that Wesson guy, he kinda smells funny, and... well, is a bit chubby and all. Oh and Farrell and Quint are totally gay, so no chance there either." She chuckled and then resumed eating, sighing in delight as she bit into her sandwich.
"So," she spoke up after a while again. "It's him, huh?"
"Who? Wesson?" Nyota looked up from her salad, confused. She'd only been partly listening to Gaila chatter on about the potentials and definite "nots" in the class, whilst trying to think of strategies to make the rest of her classes with Commander Spock pass as smoothly as possible, with minimal awkwardness for both of them. Although that night had stuck in her mind, and if she was honest he had crossed her thoughts once or twice, she wasn't going to risk her future career in Starfleet for a fling with an instructor. Well maybe more than once or twice... Shaking her head slightly, still confused as to who the "him" was in Gaila's question, she took a bite of chicken, flicking her long, dark ponytail over her shoulder.
"Not Wesson, silly," Gaila said, rolling her eyes but chuckling once again. "I'm talking about Commander Sexy Beast. He's the guy you slept with."
Nyota's thoughts suddenly exploded and she could feel her face flush no matter how hard she tried to stop it. How had...? When had she ever...? The chicken in her mouth tasted like dry cardboard, she tried to raise her eyebrow at Gaila, or smile or...anything. Just to pretend that she didn't know what her roommate was talking about. If she could just try and bluff her way through this. Gaila didn't know anything for certain, and Nyota was sure that she hadn't said a word about that night with Spock to anyone, even though Gaila was her best friend.
"Oh don’t give me that look, little Miss Perfect," Gaila exclaimed, in amused mock-outrage. Thankfully enough, she did lower her voice again, though, as she continued speaking.
"I totally knew you had boinked somebody the night after his guest lecture on Xenophonology. You practically reeked of sex when you got back. Should have taken a shower if you didn’t want me to know," she said smartly and grinned. "I’m just a little hurt that you didn’t tell me, really," she added then, and the pout on her pretty green face seemed slightly exaggerated.
Leaning forwards slightly, Nyota whispered across the table at Gaila "So what? Yes, I had sex with someone that night, but it’s not like I tell you every time it happens. And with him? Are you mad? You know he’s Vulcan, don’t you…they probably don’t even have sex."
She looked down at the plastic tabletop, feeling ashamed all of a sudden. Ashamed that she hadn’t told Gaila about sleeping with Spock in the first place; Commander Spock she reminded herself. Ashamed that she’d just lied to her best friend. More ashamed, though, at the way she’d spoken about Vulcans. About him. Chewing her lip and frowning slightly, Nyota pushed chicken and salad vegetables round on her plate, suddenly no longer hungry. She wanted to tell Gaila, but could she really trust the bubbly Orion to keep quiet about it?
"Oh come on!" Gaila burst out, and this time her facial expressions clearly showed that her anger wasn’t playful any longer. "Seriously Nyota, do you think I’m dumb? A: ‘Every time’ it happens is a pretty limited number when it comes to you. B: Vulcans do have sex. And as far as I’ve heard are pretty amazing between the sheets because they combine their analytic logic with really animalistic instincts – or at least that’s what Lavina told me. And C: Come on! You totally know that I know you’re lying." She had gone from half-shouting over luckily faintly enough chuckling and back to shouting again, glaring at her friend now with an admonishing look, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
Quickly looking round to see if anyone was paying attention to her table mate’s yelling, Nyota felt her heart race. Gaila’s comment about the Vulcans and their "animalistic instincts" had caused images to flash through her head and for a moment she was back in Spock’s bedroom again, seeing that look on his face, and hearing that noise from his lips.
Satisfied that the few people who had looked in their direction had been just looking to see what the noise was rather than actually trying to eavesdrop she turned her attention back to Gaila, rolling her eyes slightly as she saw the frustration clear on her face. Taking a deep breath Nyota smiled ever so slightly, more a movement at the corner of her mouth.
"Fine. If it’ll shut you up and give me peace to eat my lunch. Yes, it was him."
Gaila’s face immediately lit up, and she practically grinned from ear to ear, squeaking: "I knew it!" Then she leaned in closer, lowering her voice and almost purred when she spoke on. "Sooo… how was he? Tell me all about it? Do Vulcans really bite? And is touching their fingers like kissing? And are they really that big? Do they have chest hair?" Somehow, she didn’t really give the impression that, whoever she was, Lavina had actually told Gaila anything from first hand experience. "Do they have retracting, double-ridged penises?"
"What?? No, of cour –"
Nyota laid her fork down, sighing in both exasperation and befuddlement, especially at the last question, because she had no idea where the hell that rumor had come from. She realized, however, that Gaila wouldn’t leave the topic alone until her curiosity was sated. Feeling warm and slightly uncomfortable she ran a finger round the collar of her uniform, trying to stretch it out. She knew that, as an Orion, Gaila had a healthy enthusiasm for and curiosity about sex and an appetite for men that frankly scared her. Nyota wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow talking this way about Spock was… Well it just felt weird, even though she couldn’t work out why.
"There was no biting; yes, he had chest hair; he kisses with his mouth, just like we do." As she said this, she paused remembering the rush of something when their fingers had briefly touched, as well as his fascination with touching her face before he had kissed her. "And as for the size, you know there’s no way I’m even going there Gaila. No way."
Gaila pouted again, slumping back into her chair and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "This is not fair. I always give you the details, even if you don’t ask for th- Oh!" Realization must have struck her at that moment, and her gray-blue eyes widened.
Before Nyota could reply anything, however, a group of three cadets walked by their table, not close enough to actually engage into a conversation, but Gaila’s eyes followed them nevertheless. Nyota didn’t know their names, except for one she had already met – even though she could have done without it. Despite Gaila’s obviously longing look, the dark blond cadet’s eyes were fixed on Nyota when he passed them, nodding in their general direction then and winking.
"Oooh, he’s really hot!" Gaila smiled after Jim Kirk and the other two cadets were out of ear shot. "And speaking about sizes, have you seen the bulge in his tight pants? Cute ass too", she said, stretching her neck to catch another glimpse of him in the crowd.
Curling her lip in distaste, Nyota rolled her eyes, grateful for once of her Orion friend’s short attention span. "Iowa Farm Boy? Gaila…please tell me you’re not interested? The creep sleeps around more than you do." Laughing brightly at the look of mock outrage that crossed Gaila’s face as she turned back to the table, Nyota picked her fork up again and began to eat. She knew that Gaila would eventually remember their previous topic of conversation and re-start her interrogation, but for now she was happy enough to listen to the chatter about tight pants, even those belonging to dumb hicks named Jim Kirk.
~ TBC ~
Chapter 6
A/N: Hm, I know our chapters are rather short. We could always have paired a Spock-POV and Nyota-POV as one chapter (as they are always alternating) but we started doing it like this now, so... hope that's fine ;) Next chapter will be up in 2-3 days again.
Please also go back to the revized version of Chapter 1
Chapter: 5 of 25 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4)
Word count: 1668 (~ 55,000 in total)
Authors:
petbubble and leandralockeGenre: Romance
Rating: PG - NC-17
Summary: One and a half years before the destruction of Vulcan, Spock meets an extraordinary young cadet during a lecture at Starfleet Academy. Their initial encounter is brief but intense, and affects both of them in ways they could never have imagined.
Authors' notes Thanks to
blueeyed_secret for beta-reading. This is our first multi-chapter Spock/Uhura fic, but it has been completed for a while. We are currently already working on follow-ups, so there's no need to worry that this might never be completed. We're just editing it chapter by chapter and having it beta-read now and should post a new chapter every few days.
The story is also online at Fanfiction.net
The cafeteria was crowded, yet Nyota and Gaila had managed to find a somewhat quiet spot at one of the tables along the big, two-story windows where they sat down to have lunch. Having walked from the classroom almost on autopilot Nyota was still dazed at seeing him back at the Academy. Although she'd had her back to the door at the beginning of class, she'd known who their new instructor was as soon as he'd spoken, the voice sending a shiver up her spine. When had he returned? What on Earth was she going to do?
Oh God...
"... really nice. And that French guy?" Gaila's cheerful babble pulled Nyota back into the here and now. "He looks so young, but he's kinda cute. I wonder if it's true what they say about French people. Well, they practically invented sex, didn't they?" Gaila giggled softly and brushed one of her deep copper curls out of her face before she took a bite from her cheese sandwich. "Looks like the semester might be really fun, huh?"
"Gaila, I know you're Orion and probably can't help yourself, but is there any time that you don't think about jumping into a guy's pants?" Nyota smiled slightly, shaking her head as she stabbed a tomato with her fork. Waving her fork at Gaila she continued to talk, "They may have 'practically invented' it, but the French are also known for being all talk. Plus, is there a chance I can have some classmates left at the end of the semester that you haven't slept with?"
Gaila's brow twisted and she looked down onto her plate for a moment, before she replied. "Yeah. I have no intention to do that Wesson guy, he kinda smells funny, and... well, is a bit chubby and all. Oh and Farrell and Quint are totally gay, so no chance there either." She chuckled and then resumed eating, sighing in delight as she bit into her sandwich.
"So," she spoke up after a while again. "It's him, huh?"
"Who? Wesson?" Nyota looked up from her salad, confused. She'd only been partly listening to Gaila chatter on about the potentials and definite "nots" in the class, whilst trying to think of strategies to make the rest of her classes with Commander Spock pass as smoothly as possible, with minimal awkwardness for both of them. Although that night had stuck in her mind, and if she was honest he had crossed her thoughts once or twice, she wasn't going to risk her future career in Starfleet for a fling with an instructor. Well maybe more than once or twice... Shaking her head slightly, still confused as to who the "him" was in Gaila's question, she took a bite of chicken, flicking her long, dark ponytail over her shoulder.
"Not Wesson, silly," Gaila said, rolling her eyes but chuckling once again. "I'm talking about Commander Sexy Beast. He's the guy you slept with."
Nyota's thoughts suddenly exploded and she could feel her face flush no matter how hard she tried to stop it. How had...? When had she ever...? The chicken in her mouth tasted like dry cardboard, she tried to raise her eyebrow at Gaila, or smile or...anything. Just to pretend that she didn't know what her roommate was talking about. If she could just try and bluff her way through this. Gaila didn't know anything for certain, and Nyota was sure that she hadn't said a word about that night with Spock to anyone, even though Gaila was her best friend.
"Oh don’t give me that look, little Miss Perfect," Gaila exclaimed, in amused mock-outrage. Thankfully enough, she did lower her voice again, though, as she continued speaking.
"I totally knew you had boinked somebody the night after his guest lecture on Xenophonology. You practically reeked of sex when you got back. Should have taken a shower if you didn’t want me to know," she said smartly and grinned. "I’m just a little hurt that you didn’t tell me, really," she added then, and the pout on her pretty green face seemed slightly exaggerated.
Leaning forwards slightly, Nyota whispered across the table at Gaila "So what? Yes, I had sex with someone that night, but it’s not like I tell you every time it happens. And with him? Are you mad? You know he’s Vulcan, don’t you…they probably don’t even have sex."
She looked down at the plastic tabletop, feeling ashamed all of a sudden. Ashamed that she hadn’t told Gaila about sleeping with Spock in the first place; Commander Spock she reminded herself. Ashamed that she’d just lied to her best friend. More ashamed, though, at the way she’d spoken about Vulcans. About him. Chewing her lip and frowning slightly, Nyota pushed chicken and salad vegetables round on her plate, suddenly no longer hungry. She wanted to tell Gaila, but could she really trust the bubbly Orion to keep quiet about it?
"Oh come on!" Gaila burst out, and this time her facial expressions clearly showed that her anger wasn’t playful any longer. "Seriously Nyota, do you think I’m dumb? A: ‘Every time’ it happens is a pretty limited number when it comes to you. B: Vulcans do have sex. And as far as I’ve heard are pretty amazing between the sheets because they combine their analytic logic with really animalistic instincts – or at least that’s what Lavina told me. And C: Come on! You totally know that I know you’re lying." She had gone from half-shouting over luckily faintly enough chuckling and back to shouting again, glaring at her friend now with an admonishing look, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
Quickly looking round to see if anyone was paying attention to her table mate’s yelling, Nyota felt her heart race. Gaila’s comment about the Vulcans and their "animalistic instincts" had caused images to flash through her head and for a moment she was back in Spock’s bedroom again, seeing that look on his face, and hearing that noise from his lips.
Satisfied that the few people who had looked in their direction had been just looking to see what the noise was rather than actually trying to eavesdrop she turned her attention back to Gaila, rolling her eyes slightly as she saw the frustration clear on her face. Taking a deep breath Nyota smiled ever so slightly, more a movement at the corner of her mouth.
"Fine. If it’ll shut you up and give me peace to eat my lunch. Yes, it was him."
Gaila’s face immediately lit up, and she practically grinned from ear to ear, squeaking: "I knew it!" Then she leaned in closer, lowering her voice and almost purred when she spoke on. "Sooo… how was he? Tell me all about it? Do Vulcans really bite? And is touching their fingers like kissing? And are they really that big? Do they have chest hair?" Somehow, she didn’t really give the impression that, whoever she was, Lavina had actually told Gaila anything from first hand experience. "Do they have retracting, double-ridged penises?"
"What?? No, of cour –"
Nyota laid her fork down, sighing in both exasperation and befuddlement, especially at the last question, because she had no idea where the hell that rumor had come from. She realized, however, that Gaila wouldn’t leave the topic alone until her curiosity was sated. Feeling warm and slightly uncomfortable she ran a finger round the collar of her uniform, trying to stretch it out. She knew that, as an Orion, Gaila had a healthy enthusiasm for and curiosity about sex and an appetite for men that frankly scared her. Nyota wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow talking this way about Spock was… Well it just felt weird, even though she couldn’t work out why.
"There was no biting; yes, he had chest hair; he kisses with his mouth, just like we do." As she said this, she paused remembering the rush of something when their fingers had briefly touched, as well as his fascination with touching her face before he had kissed her. "And as for the size, you know there’s no way I’m even going there Gaila. No way."
Gaila pouted again, slumping back into her chair and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "This is not fair. I always give you the details, even if you don’t ask for th- Oh!" Realization must have struck her at that moment, and her gray-blue eyes widened.
Before Nyota could reply anything, however, a group of three cadets walked by their table, not close enough to actually engage into a conversation, but Gaila’s eyes followed them nevertheless. Nyota didn’t know their names, except for one she had already met – even though she could have done without it. Despite Gaila’s obviously longing look, the dark blond cadet’s eyes were fixed on Nyota when he passed them, nodding in their general direction then and winking.
"Oooh, he’s really hot!" Gaila smiled after Jim Kirk and the other two cadets were out of ear shot. "And speaking about sizes, have you seen the bulge in his tight pants? Cute ass too", she said, stretching her neck to catch another glimpse of him in the crowd.
Curling her lip in distaste, Nyota rolled her eyes, grateful for once of her Orion friend’s short attention span. "Iowa Farm Boy? Gaila…please tell me you’re not interested? The creep sleeps around more than you do." Laughing brightly at the look of mock outrage that crossed Gaila’s face as she turned back to the table, Nyota picked her fork up again and began to eat. She knew that Gaila would eventually remember their previous topic of conversation and re-start her interrogation, but for now she was happy enough to listen to the chatter about tight pants, even those belonging to dumb hicks named Jim Kirk.
~ TBC ~
Chapter 6
A/N: Hm, I know our chapters are rather short. We could always have paired a Spock-POV and Nyota-POV as one chapter (as they are always alternating) but we started doing it like this now, so... hope that's fine ;) Next chapter will be up in 2-3 days again.
Please also go back to the revized version of Chapter 1
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Date: 2010-06-03 10:24 am (UTC)I'm loving this fic so much , and i really can't wait for more XD
Galia ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2010-06-03 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-04 11:46 am (UTC)Not saying anything about her future behavior because I don't wanna spoil you, but this definitely wasn't her last appearance ;-) She's the major supporting character throughout the fic.