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Title: The Middle Way
Author: icemink
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC-17. . . eventually
Warnings: Just for plot
Summary: When Professor M'Umbha Uhura discovers the ruins of an ancient colony, she finds herself in trouble with the Romulans and only her daughter Nyota can translate what it all means.
Disclaimer: Does anyone really think this is how I make my living or that I own these? Cause no I don't.
A/N: This is a sequel to Someday, and the Rest of Your Life. This chapter begins about two months after the movie. I'm assuming that the movie happened before they were supposed to graduate from the Academy. And finally thanks to [personal profile] ida_pea my beta.

The prologue can be found here.



Nyota slowly woke to the sensation of gentle kisses on her neck. As her mind slowly came awake she decided that Spock was the best alarm clock she had ever had. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was surprised when she saw the time on the clock. It was twenty minutes before he normally woke her, and Spock’s internal clock was usually flawless.

She turned in his arms to face him and asked, “It’s early?”

“Forgive me,” he said. “I had thought to add something to our morning routine.”

For a moment she didn’t know what he was talking about. Then she realized there was something hot and hard pressing against the back of her thigh.

She laughed. “I’m a bad influence on you. I’m turning you into a sex-fiend.”

Spock interpreted her laughter as permission, and he settled above her as his fingers began to stroke and tease her. Momentarily she wondered if the rather sensual dream she had been having might have been influenced by his telepathy, as he shared his mood with her. But then she considered that he didn’t need telepathy to turn her on. Most days it was hard just getting through her shift without molesting him, especially when he spent so much of his time bent over the science station.

“Like any biological organism,” he told her. “Vulcans can be conditioned over time to respond to pleasurable stimulus. Of course we can overcome such conditioning if there is a logical reason to do so.”

“Conditioned, hmm?” she gasped as she felt the tip of his cock press against her.

“Yes. You see-” she silenced him with one finger.

“Less talk, more stimulus,” she told him.

He answered by kissing her as they began to move against each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Fascinating,” Spock said as he and Nyota exited his quarters.

She looked around only to see the Captain coming to meet them down the passageway as he did every morning.

As Kirk came nearer, Spock elaborated. “Yesterday I altered the Lieutenant’s and my schedule so that we would depart five minutes later than normal. This morning, we are five minutes ahead of schedule, and yet in every case you appear to be just passing by, despite the fact that there is no logical path from your quarters to the mess hall through this passageway.”

Nyota was both astonished to realize that Spock was right. Kirk was there every morning, ‘just passing by’, and annoyed that Spock’s main purpose in waking her early was to preform some sort of experiment on the Captain. Of course Spock was a great believer in efficiency and he may simply have been multi-tasking. It still annoyed her a bit.

“Mr. Spock,” Kirk said smiling. “It’s perfectly normal to meet ones friends. Or are you accusing me of bugging your quarters?”

“Of course not, Captain,” Spock said indifferently. “I have already checked for any listening or recording devices.”

Nyota couldn’t help but snicker. “I think the Captain is just hoping to catch us making out in the hallways.”

“That is not logical,” Spock said. “Such behavior would be unprofessional on our part. And since the Lieutenant and I have submitted a formal notice of our romantic relationship as required by Starfleet regulation 6910 there is no reason for you to speculate on the nature of our involvement with each other.”

“Spock,” Kirk protested. “You just don’t understand how difficult it is to be in my position.”

Spock only looked at him questioningly.

“I’m Captain,” Kirk explained. “I’m not allowed any kind of dalliances with any of my crew. I’m forced to live vicariously though you, which is pretty cruel considering you have no discernible libido.”

“Would it not be more productive,” Spock asked. “To channel your energies into something else, perhaps chess?”

“Chess? That’s your solution Spock, chess?” Kirk asked.

Nyota only laughed as they entered the mess hall. The three officers quickly filled their trays and found McCoy, who had already begun his breakfast. They sat down and the normal morning chatter began.

“Is something bothering you, Uhura?” McCoy asked after watching her play with her cereal.

“I just realized what tomorrow was,” she said.

The three men looked at her blankly.
“Graduation day. We were were supposed to graduate tomorrow,” she said a little sadly.

“I do not understand, Lieutenant,” Spock said. “Would you rather Starfleet had held you back, despite the fact that you and the rest of the crew had already proved that you were capable Starfleet officers?”

“Spock,” McCoy spoke up. “Graduation is a right of passage. It signifies moving into adulthood.”

“Is not combat also a right of passage, doctor?” Spock asked. “I do not see how any member of this crew could not believe that they have earned a right to their uniform.”

“Never mind Spock,” Nyota said, resting her hand over his for just a second. “It was silly.”

“No,” Kirk spoke up. “It’s not. You’re right, Lieutenant. We should have a graduation or something. . . maybe just a party. You know, we should celebrate. Youngest, prettiest crew in Starfleet.” He grinned broadly.

“That will be difficult since we will be near the Romulan Neutral Zone,” Spock pointed out.

“So maybe two parties,” Kirk continued. “One for each shift. I don’t know I’m just figuring this out. Give me some time.”

The conversation then devolved into all the reasons that James T. Kirk should not be allowed to plan a party on a military vessel that was in dangerous space. Nothing had been agreed upon by the time breakfast was over. While Bones headed to sickbay, the three bridge officers left to take up their posts on the bridge and relive the mid-shift.

“Keep those ears open,” Kirk told Uhura as she took up her station. “Just because it looks like we’re not going to start a war, doesn’t mean the Romulans feel the same way.”

She nodded and began scanning sub-space.

She hoped Kirk was right, that the Federation really wasn’t going to start a war with The Romulan Star Empire. Things were tense back home. The destruction of Vulcan and the near destruction of Earth had terrified a large number of Federation worlds. A lot of people thought that the Federation needed to strike back before the Romulans could destroy another planet.

Starfleet had tried to assure them that it had been an isolated incident, that Nero had been a rogue contingent and not part of the Star Empire, but a lot of people didn’t believe that. Nyota didn’t know if it helped that Starfleet was keeping back some of the truth. They had decided to omit the details about Nero being from the future, on the grounds that people would believe them even less.

So there had been a great debate in the Federation Council over whether the attacks on Vulcan and Earth constituted an act of war on behalf of Romulus. Although Nyota was sure that all members of the Council had been briefed on the full truth, they were under a lot of pressure from their frightened constituents to strike back.

The truth was that they probably would have been at war already if it hadn’t been for Ambassador Sarek. He had gone before the Council and delivered a speech that had brought Nyota to tears, even though he had spoken in the normal passionless vulcan manner.

He spoke of loss. Of losing his wife, his family, and his planet. He spoke about how lucky he was that his son was still alive. And he asked the council not to make a decision that would surely send his son to fight and die on the front lines of a war that had no purpose other than revenge.

“I cannot call the Romulans cousins,” he concluded. “Even though logic tells me that this is who they are. If you give the order my son will call them enemy. But someday perhaps, my grandchildren will see our devastated race made whole again, and will call them brothers.”

Sarek’s speech took the wind out from under the wings of some of the hawks. It was difficult to call for war, when the Vulcan people asked the federation not to. It was even harder to challenge the man whose son had saved earth.

Not that some of the pundits hadn’t tried to attack Sarek. They called him cold and emotionless, and all the usual insults that other races directed towards vulcans. They pointed out how quickly he had taken a vulcan wife after the death of his human wife Amanda. It was ugly; it was also politics as normal in the Federation.

But for now the drums of war seemed to be muted, and Nyota was grateful for that.

The problem was that no one knew where the Romulan Star Empire stood on the matter, or how much they knew about who Nero really was. And if the Romulans believed they were about to be attacked by the Federation, there was every chance that they would choose to strike first.

It put Starfleet in a difficult position. On the one hand they clearly needed ships near the neutral zone in case an attack came. On the other hand they also had to make sure it didn’t look like they were assembling an attack force. The ships that now patrolled the neutral zone kept to no formation. If an attack did come, the first ship to see it, would not likely survive alone against a larger Romulan force. All that could be hoped for was that it could get out its warnings in time so that the rest of the fleet could assemble and stop the Romulans.

If an attack came.

And so Nyota scanned sub-space, desperately hoping for a lucky break. An encrypted message, something that could give the Federation a better idea of where the Romulans stood.

Then a light flickered on her control panel, instantly drawing her attention.

“Captain,” she spoke up. “I’m getting an automated distress signal. It’s from a civilian ship, the Howard Carter.”

“What’s a civilian ship doing out here?” Kirk asked.

“It’s probably on an archeology mission of some sort,” Nyota said absently as she tried to get more than just the repetitive computerized call for help.

“On what basis do you make that assumption, Lieutenant?” Spock asked.

Nyota didn’t answer at first. There was something in sub-space, something. . .

“Lieutenant?” Kirk asked.

“Sorry,” she said. She didn’t mean it. She was so close to isolating the disturbance. “Howard Carter discovered the tomb of King Tut in 1922. Who else would name their ship that?” And then she had it. “Captain, there’s a sub-space disturbance. It’s Romulan disruptors.”

“Red alert,” Kirk announced. “Sulu, lay in a course to intercept the Howard Carter.”

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