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23 September 2015 @ 03:51 pm

One shots of S/U around the colour green....
14 September 2015 @ 10:19 pm

When Lt Cmdr Spock met Cadet Uhura

Earth date – January 2256, Upper Filmore, Lower Pacific heights district , Spock's apartment

The Fillmore district had seen a lot of changes over the centuries, some good and some not so good. In ages past originally home to Terran ethnicities of Jewish, Japanese and African descent. It was also home to famous jazz clubs. Now in the 23rd century due to it being so close to Starfleet headquarters and the Academy most of its residents were offworlders and Starfleet employees of all races and species. Seven minutes by ground car, thirty minutes by public transport ,forty six minute on foot or if you were a Vulcan, thirty six minutes and 27 seconds.

The Jazz clubs still remained, much to the delight of most residents of the city. Even the Vulcans tolerated the music at night. One of their number even used their late sounds for meditation. The cool sound of the saxophone Spock found soothing. His father blamed his mother since she introduced him to the music. Sarek preferred Terran, Western European classical music like Mozart and some Asian sounds. His father could not see the logic in jazz, or other music of American origin, but he did appreciate spirituals and some 20th century genres.

However this early morning it was the music of a Tellarite musician Ghant that Spock listened to as he walked to work. The sound was similar to old Terran 'blues.' He found the words illogical but it was important to be educated on the cultural similarities and differences that existed in the Federation. He was due to teach 'Advanced Interspecies ethics' that morning, a very important class for Starfleet officers. With the right conduct one could prevent insults on 'First contact' experiences and prevent all-out war in the worse cases.

*He did not consider himself a teacher, but after active duty under Captain Pike on the USS Artemis, Pike encouraged him to teach at the Academy while the new USS Enterprise was being built at the Kelvin shipyards in Iowa. There was another reason for the change of scenery. The death of T'Pris the previous year had affected him deeply. It was the catalyst for ending his bond with T'Pring. His past flirtation with Dr Kalomi was just that, a flirtation. With T'Pris he realised he had other options, as the Terrans believed, life was too short not to be truly contented, even if he lived out his natural life span of two hundred plus years. His father was 'dissatisfied 'with his decision, just as he was 'dissatisfied' with his career choice but he had his mother's support and surprisingly T'Pau did not object. And neither did T'Pring, that was interesting. Well kaiidth, it was done.

Spock had taken the time to review the cadets who would be taking his class. Around twenty five students in their second year were registered to sit the class, most were command or communication track. He calculated there was an 76.4% chance that by the end of the first session 33% would leave the room. He was not going to make this an easy lesson for them to 'breeze through'. One of them appeared interesting, a cadet Nyota Uhura, Kenya, African Federation. Her exam tests scored highly, she spoke multiple Federation languages, she was often the second or third in her classes. One of her tutors noticed her tendency to tardiness and procrastination, he noted that she if would apply herself just a bit more there was no reason she could not be class valedictorian in two years. Perhaps she needed guidance, Spock wondered if he was up to the task. Mentoring a human female might be a challenge.


"You are 2.03 minutes late cadet", Spock recognised her as a young lady hurriedly entered the room.

He noted her apology as he assessed her.

An aesthetically pleasing face, short in height 1.70m (5 foot 6 inches), however long, slender, brown legs, a curvaceous posterior and mammary glands of a pleasing size. A woman that deserved a second look. If she were Vulcan and not a student, a prolonged second look.

He blinked his eyes rapidly, perhaps he needed to meditate longer this evening. Her physical form was irrelevant. To get his mind back on track he issued a rebuke that sounded rather stern, even to his own ears.

"A statement that you may find difficult. There is no need to make promises that you have a high probability of not achieving."

Cadet Uhura gave him a look his mother called 'a stink eye'. It was of no consequence to him. He was her superior officer, better she find him an irritant than be fawning over him as some of the females and even some males were wont to do.

14 September 2015 @ 10:14 pm

Earth date - February 2257

One hundred and ninety four years since First Contact Nyota Uhura could be counted among the many humans fascinated by Vulcaniod ears. Her first thoughts on meeting Lt Commander Spock were not on his height or even his looks but how would it feel to stroke those ears. Of course back then, she never imagined she would get to fulfil her secret desire, well one of many desires when it came to him. But here they were indulging in activities that would tell the world they were more than student and teacher, more than colleagues, more than friends… a lot more.

"Mmmmm.. wow " Uhura moved her head away to catch her breath from the stunning kiss they shared. It was their first.

"Does this answer your query regarding the kissing ability of this particular Vulcan?" Spock asked as he stroked her back.

They were lounging on his sofa in his apartment after a tutorial cooking session on East African cuisine. Uhura had doubted Spock's ability to prepare a meal from her homeland. After proving her wrong, well she gave him 7 out ten for effort, (the Kenyan pilau dish still tasted better with meat in her opinion, but the spicy tofu made a reasonably decent substitute). He eagerly took the offered kiss that she had promised him as thanks.

It was this openly bold move on her part that turned the corner on their relationship. Spock's kaluk's (ears) turned a lovely shade of ha'ya-kur (light green) at her words to 'give him a big kiss if he could make decent Kenyan pilau)'.

"Oh yes, it sure does" Uhura smiled in return. "You have the hottest lips, almost as hot as your ears."

"My ears and lips are the same temperature Nyota"

"Is that so? Will you permit me to test that statement?" she asked stroking his right kaluk in response.

"You may, but I do not see how..."

Spock groaned in response as Uhura's own hot lips suckled his ears. That answered another question she had….how erogenous were Vulcan ears? Answer…. Very….

08 September 2015 @ 03:40 pm

Earth date – January 2256, Starfleet Academy halls of residence, San Francisco

The First Time - part I

"Rise and gleam, Nyota, rise and gleam!" Gaila dragged the bed covering from her friend and room mate.

"Mmmmmm, go away, Gaila. Its rise and shine, not rise and gleam," Uhura mumbled under the duvet.

"Actually its 7.30am and you will be late for your class if you stay where you are."

Uhura jumped out of the bed, hair askew, eyes blinking at the sunlight travelling through the window.

"What! What happened to the alarm!"

"I'm still working on it," Gaila replied sheepishly. The alarm had been set to the sound of Gaila singing, 'Its so sexy being green.'

Gaila had many talents, singing was not one of them. Uhura had demanded she reset their quarters time sensor and was still waiting for Gaila to fix the problem.

"That's it! I'm going to use my comm from now."

But all you will do is shout 'snooze' and you'll be late all the time. There is a reason you asked me to set the alarm's vocal recognition to my voice."

*Gaila being Orion was an early riser, her race only needed short bursts of sleep, so no matter what time Gaila went to bed as soon as the sun rose she was wide awake. Uhura was the complete opposite, she was not a morning person.

Uhura rushed to the bathroom, all she had time for was a quick shower, brush her teeth, dress, pin her hair up and fly out the door and maybe if time allowed grab some toast from the Academy canteen.

Gaila was already dressed ready for action, even though her classes for the day were all in the afternoon. Uhura suspected she had another 'tutoring' session with Cadet Kirk.

"Gaila! Have you used all the hot water again!..!

"Is this one of those 'rhetorical questions' Ny?" she asked sheepishly.

"I swear one of these days", Uhura fumed as she set the shower to sonic only.

"Enhance your calm Uhura, you have a new teacher this morning. You need to arrive in a positive mood."

"What happened to Commander Shrek?"

"He met a case of Andorian shingles,"

"How do you know all this?"

"Well I was sleeping with one of the breakfast chefs, who is related to Cadet Whelon, who is dating …"

Uhura did not want to know, Gaila's ability to tell a short story was also not one of her talents. Anyway turned out Commander Shrek, her Advanced Interspecies Ethics lecturer was out of the picture. Which was a shame, since his style of teaching was very entertaining. He had a lot of good stories about life on Andor and other places.

Uhura managed to get ready in record time, 7:53 she was cutting it fine, if she used one of the rent a bikes she would just about make it.

The young ladies headed out the room and made their way to their separate destinations.

"Have a prosperous day Ny and may your enemies serve at your feet."

Gaila gave her a *Kolari blessing as she did any time they parted.

Uhura hugged her, one could never stay upset at Gaila for too long. Although she used pheromone suppressants she still had the ability to project positive feelings.

"Thanks Gaila, and may my experience be shared with you also".


"You are 2.03 minutes late, Cadet," a slightly accented tenor voice came from the lectern as the door swooshed open.

"Forgive my tardiness, sir, it won't happen again" Uhura replied.

"A statement that you may find difficult. There is no need to make promises that you have a high probability of not achieving."

As she headed for a seat Uhura tried not to look too embarrassed at his chastisement. Some of her classmates gave her sympathetic looks, whilst others tried not to laugh.

Uhura gave him her, 'who do you think you are look', even though her brain reminded her that 'who' was her superior officer and Starfleet teacher, Lt. Commander Spock.

So this is him, Uhura mused. She had checked his details on her comm after digesting Gaila's information. She truly believed her Orion friend would run Starfleet Intelligence one day, such was her connections.

She admitted he looked more handsome in the flesh than onscreen, and he looked so young. It was hard to tell the age of Vulcans, they were meticulous in not revealing personal information. All the Starfleet database stated was his planet of birth, his areas of expertise and his service record. That was it. No mention of age or marital status (probably bonded).

He was **below average height for a Vulcan, 1.88m (6 feet 2 inches), pale skin with a green tinge, dark eyes, and wearing traditional Vulcan haircut with Starfleet sideburns. She thought the sideburns enhanced his pointed ears.

If she had met him at a club and he was a civilian, she would have given him a first, second and third look.

Oh well, no harm in admiring his form, even if she found his Vulcan manners irritating. Ok Uhura try not to be so Terrancentric in your views. This is Advanced Interspecies ethics after all, some cultures find lateness a sign of good manners. Maybe she should do a paper on it "Sentient beings and their cultural attitudes to time measurement." With a special section on Vulcans. Yeah why not.


I have not been on this site for a loong time, but I'm glad to be back most of my stories are on fanfiction under nyotarules

*Kolari – an Orion language, information on Orions from Memory Beta (noncanon). The blessing is the writer's creation
** Memory Beta – Vulcan male average height, 2 metres (6 foot, 6 inches) – that's tall!
Next chapter Spock's perception of their first meeting
I love comments, so please feel free to leave them
03 August 2015 @ 12:01 am
It was my good fortune to be able to attend a viewing of ST 2009 with a live orchestra at Wolf Trap Center for the Performing Arts this weekend.  I am happy to say that judging by the crowd's reaction, S/U is loved by the fans who attended this reviewing.  Believe me - I was paying attention!  I was not able to take any photos at the event but was able to get this picture of ST composer, Michael Giacchino (right), and Wolf Trap Festival Conductor, Emil de Cou (left), at a pre-event discussion.
12 March 2015 @ 02:20 pm
I loved this issue! And there is a heart melting interaction between Spock and Uhura :) too cute!

scan in a spoiler cut

the line in the end! Spock is the cutest dork!
Title: Subtext
Characters/Pairings: Spock and Uhura
Rating: PG13
Summary Communication ought to be easy for a talented linguist and a logical Vulcan, right? Think again. A series of written messages between Spock and Uhura, beginning in their Academy days and going through "Darkness."
Chapter Seventeen: The Last Word
27 February 2015 @ 02:02 pm
I have no words.
11 February 2015 @ 10:04 pm
Anyone still reading this comics? I know some of you only read it when s/u were heavily featured but I was collecting them all and reading them even without s/u in. apparently S/U had a spat in the comics and this is beginning to irritate the hell out of me. its like the writers make them qurall all the time.

this explains why i hate stid. its like after that spat they had in the film they have been quarrellings a lot as well in the comics. cant they write them they way they wrote them pre star trek into darkness. i swear that film greatly damaged the s/u pairing.

anyway I have yet to read the issue. I just order it but I am already cringing at their another s/u spat. the spat they had in stid is enough for one lifetime.
22 January 2015 @ 11:16 pm
Title: Subtext
Characters/Pairings: Spock and Uhura
Rating: PG13
Summary Communication ought to be easy for a talented linguist and a logical Vulcan, right? Think again. A series of written messages between Spock and Uhura, beginning in their Academy days and going through "Darkness."
Chapter Sixteen: The Ice Cream Solution