Author's Note: Okay, I know there's a bajillion Spock and Uhura fics up on here (I've read almost all of them at least twice :D) but I couldn't help but start my own. I want to play too! Besides, my muse has been howling at me to write for them for months and what she wants, she gets.

Now, when I first saw the epicness known as Star Trek, I was shocked and delighted to see a relationship between them. But I want to know how it happened. Hopefully, this story will address that question in a fun, sexy, and realistic manner. This will be a chapter fic and I hope to be able to balance it with my other WIPs so you guys can get at least one update a week.

PS: I have never written anything for Spock before so if his voice is off, please tell me so that I may improve. Also, any Vulcan (written in bold italics) I find for the story will either be from the VLD or from a fic on here. I'll be sure to give credit where credit is due if the latter is necessary.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

She entered the lecture hall and took her customary 3rd row center seat, placing her large black bag at her side. Checking her chronometer, she saw that it was only 0700, an hour before class began. Her adviser had finally switched her into the Advanced Vulcan class that she had desired and the last thing she wanted was to be late.

Commander Spock did not tolerate tardiness.

Once the chime rang, he locked the door and unless one had a genuine doctor or admiral's excuse, he would not let students in. It was a lesson in punctuality, he said. An officer had to learn to be responsible and on time or they would not succeed in the field.

She just didn't want to piss him off.

Nyota Uhura had a goal. She was going to graduate on time with honors and serve on the USS Enterprise as Chief Communications Officer. She wanted to explore new worlds and learn new languages. The last thing she needed was a professor with such clout against her.

He had set many academic records at Starfleet Academy and had the respect of the entire admiralty. He could make or break her career. Anxiety began to fill her but she fought it off with deep, controlled breaths. In for 4, out for 4, push from below the navel. Unconsciously, her legs drew up into her seat and crossed "Indian style" After a moment, her deep amber eyes drifted loosely shut. Her grandmother had taught her meditation and it had become invaluable to her, especially with her hectic schedule.

Not only was she taking all Advanced classes, she was doing independent study for flight, self defense, and various languages, including Klingon. Without this solace, she would've succumbed to a nervous breakdown, just like many other students.

A shudder went through her as she remembered how one Andorian cadet had to be rushed to sick bay, unable to breathe due to hysterical tears.

She would not end up like that. She would not break. She would reach her goal.

There was not another option.

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Commander Spock entered his classroom at 0730 and immediately sensed that someone was there. Descending the stairs, he stopped at the third row and saw a young woman in deep meditation.

She was of African descent, most likely from Kenya. He estimated her height to be at 177.8 cm and her weight to be at 130 pounds. Searching his memory, he placed her as Cadet Nyota Uhura, a cadet of great ambition and talent. Her work was of high quality and she was a Xenolinguistics prodigy, fluent in all Terran languages by the age of 11. Her file also mentioned that she was steadily obtaining fluency in other languages, including Romulan.

Due to this, he had specifically requested for her to be in his class.

Logically, he knew that many of his students would require assistance and she would be an adequate aide. Of course, he had to ask her for her services…

"Cadet Uhura?"

Her eyes snapped open and Spock was taken aback as a hand gripped his wrist with bruising force, ready to twist and break at a moment's notice.

"Cadet Uhura."

She looked at him, down at her grip, and let out a small mortified squeak before quickly letting go.

The noise made an unfamiliar emotion begin to fill him but he ignored it as he listened to her frantic explanation.

"…my brothers always used to try to prank me when I was meditating and eventually, I decided to start fighting back so when you broke my concentration, I just reacted and I am so sorry! I know Vulcans prefer not to be touched and…"

"Cadet Uhura!" he cut off sharply.

"Yes, sir?" she asked meekly.

"Your reaction is understandable. I too had to deal with situations such as yours." he replied simply.

The ones who tormented him as a child had used his meditative state in attempts to illicit an emotional response. He had never reacted, even after he had been glued to his chair. It was somewhat relieving to know that he was not the only one with that humiliation.

"Oh. Okay."

She unfolded her legs and his eyes noticed smooth skin on her thighs before she adjusted her skirt. The emotion surged again, tinged with something deeper, but he ignored it in favor of speaking with her.

"Cadet, I have a proposal to make. I am in need of a student aid. You are already fluent in Romulan, are you not?"

"Yes, sir. All three dialects. So, you want me to help teach Romulan while I'm learning Vulcan?" she surmised.

"If it is too great of a request…"

"No, I'll do it. I just wasn't expecting the offer. I'll have to speak with my advisor to work out the details. Um...is your wrist okay?"

Checking, he saw that some bruising had formed but there was no damage to the bones or tendons.

The humming of a dermal regenerator made him look at her quizzically and she explained, "I always have a first aid kit with me. One never knows when they're going to get hurt and it's best to prepare for it. Hold still."

Spock noted the gleam of concentration her eyes as she did her task and the softness of her skin. Even though his shields were up, he could feel her concern, her curiosity, her drive. All reminded him of himself.

"There. Much better." she declared after a couple of moments.

The flesh was healed but still a bit tender to the touch. That would improve with time.

"Thank you, Cadet."

Her face lit up in a smile and he could feel his internal temperature increase by 1.6 degrees. He even had to force himself not to smile back.

This had never happened with any other female before, not even with his former betrothed T'Pring. Apparently, Cadet Uhura was different.

Fascinating.