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A Pragmatic Theory of Truth - 9/25
Title: A Pragmatic Theory of Truth
Chapter: 9 of 25 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8)
Word count: 1576 (~ 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
Nyota tried to keep calm as they took their allocated places at the computers. She'd been waiting for this first live assignment all semester and wanted to prove that she had the ability and skills needed to make a good Communications Officer. She'd so far exceeded the class average with her written and other practical work, and though she felt a quick flash of pride, she knew that assignment scores would only take her so far towards her goal of that commission on the Enterprise. It was the practical application that would make the difference – and this was where she would start to show what she had to offer.
She winked at Gaila who had managed to grab a seat between Wesson and herself. Nyota smiled to herself, chuckling a little as she remembered Gaila's statement weeks ago about how she wouldn't sleep with Wesson because she thought he was chubby and smelt strange. When the Orion had discovered a week or so ago that Wesson wasn't actually that keen on her, she'd decided after all that the challenge was more interesting than dismissing him outright.
Removing her jacket, she smoothed her cadet uniform as she sat, tucking her ankles under the chair as she normally did. Turning slightly, she watched as Spock... Commander Spock explained to the class that they would be monitoring an area of subspace that was expected to be quite busy with traffic. As a class they were to listen and transcribe their findings, along with making possible recommendations to the Commander if they heard anything they felt was particularly appropriate.
Tilting her head, she watched Spock as he stood at the front of the
room, his hands behind his back. He made brief eye contact with each of the cadets as he spoke, and Nyota felt a tingling in her stomach and her heart start to race slightly as their gazes connected. Was it her imagination, or did he linger on her face slightly longer than on anyone else's? She hoped she wasn't blushing, especially when she realized she was rubbing her fingertips with her thumb, the memory of touching his again in her head.
"Hey," Gaila whispered while she nudged Nyota in the side. "Focus, girl. I can smell how horny you are."
Beside the Orion, cadet Wesson choked on a piece of candy he had been eating.
"Oh, oh poor Robbie, are you alright?" Gaila said sweetly and started patting his back while he was coughing. "I was just teasing her, you know? Gee, I didn't know you had such... as Commander Spock would say, sensitive aural skills." That didn't improve the situation either since Robert Wesson only started coughing harder. Spock was already looking in their direction, one eyebrow raised.
"Do you require for me to call a medical officer, cadet?"
Nyota chewed on her lip, trying not to laugh as Wesson shook his head, still unable to speak although he had now stopped choking. She was grateful for his coughing fit, as it took Gaila's attention away from her. She was not horny, and she was fully focused. Fully.
Why was she still staring at Spock's face though? Dammit, Nyota. Get your mind out of your pants and focus on the class. But try as she might, she couldn't stop thinking about the way the look in his eyes sometimes made her feel like they could see into her soul, or the way her fingers and head tingled when they'd accidentally touched hands.
Spock continued to give them some basic instructions, also mentioned known issues and recommended taking notes at the necessary parts. A few minutes later he was done and nodded in the general direction of his students. "You may now proceed," he said before he sat down behind his desk, probably to grade exams or work on something else on his computer. "And please," he added then, looking at Gaila and Wesson, "try to do so quietly."
Gaila just gave a faint giggle but then switched on the ear piece and started listening.
Just about a minute later, Nyota's PADD blinked and announced an incoming text message.
You totally are, though. I know it, and so do you ;-)
Rolling her eyes, she quickly glanced over her shoulder and, satisfied that Spock wasn't looking in her direction, typed out her reply.
Shut up, girl. You're only trying to distract me so you look good in front of Rob. Never gonna happen with him; he thinks you're trying too hard. Now LISTEN.
Smiling broadly as she heard Gaila's hiss of breath, she switched on her own ear piece and connected to the subspace frequency. At first all she heard was static, the familiar sound that all she found almost soothing. Then suddenly she heard a faint noise in the background and used her PADD to try and remove some of the static distortion.
"...zone."
"U.S.S. Ach-..."
"...need assista-..."
Frustrated that all she was hearing were snatches of transmissions, she started to note what she could hear on her PADD, noticing as she did so that no-one else in the class appeared to have picked anything up.
"I wonder if we ever pick up something really interesting," she heard Gaila whisper to Rob. "A friend of mine once caught two people having subspace sex, they forgot to secure the channel." She giggled softly. "Now wouldn't it be fun if we overheard something like that?"
"Uh huh," Rob replied, flushing slightly and looking around nervously.
Spock was eying them again, one brow raised. But then, without obvious reason, his gaze traveled to Nyota, and if she didn't know it to be impossible, she would have interpreted the slow rising of his eyebrow now to express something like amusement.
Without really knowing why she did it, Nyota smiled a little and slowly licked her lips. She saw Spock's brow raise a fraction higher and he paused briefly before moving on to the next group of students. Feeling Gaila's elbow nudge her she turned her head slowly, unable to believe what she'd just done. Had she actually licked her lips? At Spock... in the classroom? Seeing her roommate shake her head slightly at her in amazement, she wondered if she really was as horny as Gaila had accused her of being.
"Seriously, I don't know why you don't finally get this over with and ask him out", Gaila whispered next to her.
She scowled and was about to reply, but then suddenly through her ear piece she heard a transmission that pushed all thoughts of sex from her mind. In fact it pushed every thought from her mind.
"...U.S.S. Achilles. Are you receiving? Please respond. This is the U.S.S. Memphis hailing..."
Nyota stiffened slightly, listening as the U.S.S. Memphis continued to transmit. From what she picked up, the Achilles was in an area where there had been recent Klingon activity. She had suddenly stopped transmitting and now could not be reached. As she raised her hand to attract Commander Spock's attention she felt an icy finger of fear down her spine.
"Not in class!" Gaila exclaimed, still in that half-whisper. "You can't ask him n- Oh." She must have finally caught on and seen Nyota's urgent look, and only a few seconds later, Commander Spock had reached her desk.
"Yes, cadet Uhura?" he asked, his brow ever so slightly furrowed.
"Commander Spock. I am picking up a sub..subspace transmission from the U.S.S. Memphis. I think...I think you need to hear this." She stammered slightly, feeling more than a little worried and uneasy at the news as he looked down at her, and as she tried to keep her face smooth of the emotions she knew they were evident in her voice.
The Achilles? But Lela had been posted there!! Shit...shit...not that. Please?
Watching in slow motion as he plugged his earpiece into her computer, she noticed that her hands were trembling slightly, so she clenched them, her nails digging into her palms, the pain she felt giving her something else to focus on. All the while she was hoping, praying that she had heard wrong. That for once she had made a mistake and that Spock was going to tell her she was an idiot and needed to clean her ears out.
"Thank you for informing me, cadet," Spock replied, no traces of concern visible on his features. "I believe the U.S.S. Memphis will submit the message to Starfleet command, but to follow protocol I will need to report it as well."
"What did she hear?" Devereux who sat right behind Nyota asked.
"Cadet Uhura received a transmission about the U.S.S. Achilles having lost contact with other Starfleet space vessels," he replied briefly before he looked back at Nyota. "Since it was your discovery, do you wish to accompany me to see the Admiral?"
As Spock's words sunk in, Nyota felt herself start to tremble slightly. She'd heard correctly. The Achilles was out of contact with Starfleet and it was important enough to inform the Admiral. Her best friend from childhood had just been posted there last month, and now she was missing.
Lela...I hope to God that you're okay. Please, please, just be okay!
Taking a deep breath to try and calm the rising panic, Nyota stood, unclenched her fists and removed her earpiece. Placing it on the desk, she noticed with some surprise that her hands had steadied slightly.
"Yes, Commander. I would like to accompany you."
~ TBC ~
Chapter 10
Chapter: 9 of 25 (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8)
Word count: 1576 (~ 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
Nyota tried to keep calm as they took their allocated places at the computers. She'd been waiting for this first live assignment all semester and wanted to prove that she had the ability and skills needed to make a good Communications Officer. She'd so far exceeded the class average with her written and other practical work, and though she felt a quick flash of pride, she knew that assignment scores would only take her so far towards her goal of that commission on the Enterprise. It was the practical application that would make the difference – and this was where she would start to show what she had to offer.
She winked at Gaila who had managed to grab a seat between Wesson and herself. Nyota smiled to herself, chuckling a little as she remembered Gaila's statement weeks ago about how she wouldn't sleep with Wesson because she thought he was chubby and smelt strange. When the Orion had discovered a week or so ago that Wesson wasn't actually that keen on her, she'd decided after all that the challenge was more interesting than dismissing him outright.
Removing her jacket, she smoothed her cadet uniform as she sat, tucking her ankles under the chair as she normally did. Turning slightly, she watched as Spock... Commander Spock explained to the class that they would be monitoring an area of subspace that was expected to be quite busy with traffic. As a class they were to listen and transcribe their findings, along with making possible recommendations to the Commander if they heard anything they felt was particularly appropriate.
Tilting her head, she watched Spock as he stood at the front of the
room, his hands behind his back. He made brief eye contact with each of the cadets as he spoke, and Nyota felt a tingling in her stomach and her heart start to race slightly as their gazes connected. Was it her imagination, or did he linger on her face slightly longer than on anyone else's? She hoped she wasn't blushing, especially when she realized she was rubbing her fingertips with her thumb, the memory of touching his again in her head.
"Hey," Gaila whispered while she nudged Nyota in the side. "Focus, girl. I can smell how horny you are."
Beside the Orion, cadet Wesson choked on a piece of candy he had been eating.
"Oh, oh poor Robbie, are you alright?" Gaila said sweetly and started patting his back while he was coughing. "I was just teasing her, you know? Gee, I didn't know you had such... as Commander Spock would say, sensitive aural skills." That didn't improve the situation either since Robert Wesson only started coughing harder. Spock was already looking in their direction, one eyebrow raised.
"Do you require for me to call a medical officer, cadet?"
Nyota chewed on her lip, trying not to laugh as Wesson shook his head, still unable to speak although he had now stopped choking. She was grateful for his coughing fit, as it took Gaila's attention away from her. She was not horny, and she was fully focused. Fully.
Why was she still staring at Spock's face though? Dammit, Nyota. Get your mind out of your pants and focus on the class. But try as she might, she couldn't stop thinking about the way the look in his eyes sometimes made her feel like they could see into her soul, or the way her fingers and head tingled when they'd accidentally touched hands.
Spock continued to give them some basic instructions, also mentioned known issues and recommended taking notes at the necessary parts. A few minutes later he was done and nodded in the general direction of his students. "You may now proceed," he said before he sat down behind his desk, probably to grade exams or work on something else on his computer. "And please," he added then, looking at Gaila and Wesson, "try to do so quietly."
Gaila just gave a faint giggle but then switched on the ear piece and started listening.
Just about a minute later, Nyota's PADD blinked and announced an incoming text message.
You totally are, though. I know it, and so do you ;-)
Rolling her eyes, she quickly glanced over her shoulder and, satisfied that Spock wasn't looking in her direction, typed out her reply.
Shut up, girl. You're only trying to distract me so you look good in front of Rob. Never gonna happen with him; he thinks you're trying too hard. Now LISTEN.
Smiling broadly as she heard Gaila's hiss of breath, she switched on her own ear piece and connected to the subspace frequency. At first all she heard was static, the familiar sound that all she found almost soothing. Then suddenly she heard a faint noise in the background and used her PADD to try and remove some of the static distortion.
"...zone."
"U.S.S. Ach-..."
"...need assista-..."
Frustrated that all she was hearing were snatches of transmissions, she started to note what she could hear on her PADD, noticing as she did so that no-one else in the class appeared to have picked anything up.
"I wonder if we ever pick up something really interesting," she heard Gaila whisper to Rob. "A friend of mine once caught two people having subspace sex, they forgot to secure the channel." She giggled softly. "Now wouldn't it be fun if we overheard something like that?"
"Uh huh," Rob replied, flushing slightly and looking around nervously.
Spock was eying them again, one brow raised. But then, without obvious reason, his gaze traveled to Nyota, and if she didn't know it to be impossible, she would have interpreted the slow rising of his eyebrow now to express something like amusement.
Without really knowing why she did it, Nyota smiled a little and slowly licked her lips. She saw Spock's brow raise a fraction higher and he paused briefly before moving on to the next group of students. Feeling Gaila's elbow nudge her she turned her head slowly, unable to believe what she'd just done. Had she actually licked her lips? At Spock... in the classroom? Seeing her roommate shake her head slightly at her in amazement, she wondered if she really was as horny as Gaila had accused her of being.
"Seriously, I don't know why you don't finally get this over with and ask him out", Gaila whispered next to her.
She scowled and was about to reply, but then suddenly through her ear piece she heard a transmission that pushed all thoughts of sex from her mind. In fact it pushed every thought from her mind.
"...U.S.S. Achilles. Are you receiving? Please respond. This is the U.S.S. Memphis hailing..."
Nyota stiffened slightly, listening as the U.S.S. Memphis continued to transmit. From what she picked up, the Achilles was in an area where there had been recent Klingon activity. She had suddenly stopped transmitting and now could not be reached. As she raised her hand to attract Commander Spock's attention she felt an icy finger of fear down her spine.
"Not in class!" Gaila exclaimed, still in that half-whisper. "You can't ask him n- Oh." She must have finally caught on and seen Nyota's urgent look, and only a few seconds later, Commander Spock had reached her desk.
"Yes, cadet Uhura?" he asked, his brow ever so slightly furrowed.
"Commander Spock. I am picking up a sub..subspace transmission from the U.S.S. Memphis. I think...I think you need to hear this." She stammered slightly, feeling more than a little worried and uneasy at the news as he looked down at her, and as she tried to keep her face smooth of the emotions she knew they were evident in her voice.
The Achilles? But Lela had been posted there!! Shit...shit...not that. Please?
Watching in slow motion as he plugged his earpiece into her computer, she noticed that her hands were trembling slightly, so she clenched them, her nails digging into her palms, the pain she felt giving her something else to focus on. All the while she was hoping, praying that she had heard wrong. That for once she had made a mistake and that Spock was going to tell her she was an idiot and needed to clean her ears out.
"Thank you for informing me, cadet," Spock replied, no traces of concern visible on his features. "I believe the U.S.S. Memphis will submit the message to Starfleet command, but to follow protocol I will need to report it as well."
"What did she hear?" Devereux who sat right behind Nyota asked.
"Cadet Uhura received a transmission about the U.S.S. Achilles having lost contact with other Starfleet space vessels," he replied briefly before he looked back at Nyota. "Since it was your discovery, do you wish to accompany me to see the Admiral?"
As Spock's words sunk in, Nyota felt herself start to tremble slightly. She'd heard correctly. The Achilles was out of contact with Starfleet and it was important enough to inform the Admiral. Her best friend from childhood had just been posted there last month, and now she was missing.
Lela...I hope to God that you're okay. Please, please, just be okay!
Taking a deep breath to try and calm the rising panic, Nyota stood, unclenched her fists and removed her earpiece. Placing it on the desk, she noticed with some surprise that her hands had steadied slightly.
"Yes, Commander. I would like to accompany you."
~ TBC ~
Chapter 10