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.