Author's Note: I'm trying to bring all my fics out of deep freeze. I apologize for a lack of timely updates and I'm trying my best to make it better. Whoever said that senior year was the easiest year is full of absolute crap but it's certainly been the most fun so far.

Alas, the end. It's time to wrap this bad boy up. Origin has been a joy to write and I thank you all for reading, reviewing, and just enjoying my scribble on the Spock/Uhura wall. I have an idea to do something in the point of view of their daughter so look for that towards December or in my 2011 SSS Project.

This is post-movie now so there shall be spoilers but I think y'all have seen the movie at least twice (10 times and counting for me…) so it'll be okay. Once again, thank you all for your support and y'all live long and prosper now, you hear? ~*CMW2~*

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

She walked carefully through the ship, noting the lingering damage to walls and ceilings. Compared to what could be wrong (like being in the belly of a black hole), cracks and pock marks were a small price to pay in exchange for life. Life…god, so many people had lost theirs! All of those cadets on the ships (including the Farragut), Dr. Puri, half of the communications staff, over 5 billion Vulcans, Amanda…

Nyota bit back a sob as the bond transmitted pain and grief that not even Surak himself would be able to control. Her Spock had lost his mother. During their numerous conversations, he had admitted to her that until he had met her, only Amanda Grayson accepted him without reservations, without disappointment…and now she was gone! Nero had taken her away and in Nyota's opinion, a black hole was much too good for the maniac. He deserved to skinned alive, beaten by Klingons and then doused with salt over and over again…

"Hey."

Gaila had been on the Enterprise when all the mayhem jumped off. She had also switched off of the Farragut, saying that no amount of Starfleet red tape would keep her from serving with her best friend. Plus, getting onto the coveted ship would be quite the slap in the face to one James Kirk who decided to use her to pass the "no-win" situation.

Whatever the reasons why, Gaila was here and alive and Nyota hugged her tightly, gratefully as she fell into step with her.

"Hey. How are you?"

"Still shaken up. These last few weeks have been chaos of the worst kind. How…how's your Vulcan Love God?"

"He's enduring. I was going to go see him. I mean, there's nothing anyone can say to make it better but I just…I just want him to know that he's not alone."

"I think he already knows that. He stayed in Starfleet mainly for you, girl. Even though you would've totally gone with him or waited for him if he hadn't."

"I love him, Gai. I'd do anything for him. It's as simple as that. I'll see you later? We can get lunch or something tomorrow…" she offered as they came to the fork in the corridor.

"I'd love that. And, Nyo?"

She turned around and saw that Gaila's own eyes were glassy with tears.

"I'm really, really glad you're not dead."

Uhura smiled shakily and replied, "Same to you." before continuing to her ashayam.

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The bed shifted and Spock watched as Nyota settled next to him in the flannel pajamas he had obtained during his leave. She gathered the bunched up bedding from the foot of his bed and covered them both securely. Once she stilled, Spock reached for her and pulled her into the "spooning" position they preferred.

"Have you heard from your dad?"

One thing that he appreciated from his k'diwa khio'ri was that she did not treat him with kid gloves. She was empathetic but not smothering or pitying like many of their shipmates. Spock knew that they had no malicious intent but Nyota's way permitted him to establish a form of normalcy….

"Yes. The planet my counterpart picked is well suited to the needs of the survivors. Many are coming home and are welcomed, even those declared to be without logic."

"Now is not the time for such things to matter. You all need to band together to rebuild and try to heal…"

"…which was my father's reasoning to the Council. However, some are still…unyielding in their ways, even after the devastation."

She turned around and cupped his face as she had in the turbolift. This time, he leaned into her touch and returned her gentle kisses. In all of the upheaval, Nyota had become his solace. He performed his duties as first officer admirably and was civil but only she was permitted to see past his calm facade. Only she could listen to the outpouring of grief and rage at Nero, at the Klingons, at his counterpart, at himself... Only she could see the tears that came at the sight of a rose or at the sight of the photo from his desk. His mother had been laughing at something he said (although it had not been his intention to be amusing) and he had allowed the tiniest of fond smiles to curve his lips, which was "the money shot", as the tourist who snapped the photo said. Nyota understood him better than he did himself.

Spock deepened their kisses and put her flat beneath him, opening their bond fully. Her voice within his mind was a balm to his soul…

Tell me what you need….

You, he replied simply, blatantly grinding his arousal into her quivering abdomen.

A flash of lust flared between them and her eyes darkened before sharpening. Her legs went tightly about his hips and pulled him flush, accepting his call. Their lips met and it began. Spock swiftly undid the buttons on her top and she wiggled her way out of her pants, revealing her nude body to his gaze. Although they had made love approximately 94 times, the sight of her was still as awe inspiring as the first. She was glorious in the dim starlight and her keshtan-ur sent her tantalizing musk deep into his consciousness, awakening his primal self fully.

She disrobed him with shaking hands and Spock sank his teeth into her throat over and over again as she scratched lightly at his back. He shucked off his pants and she thrust herself up onto his aching lok, causing a loud groan to escape between bared teeth. Due to conflicting schedules and the fallout from Nero's madness, they had been unable to be intimate on the basis they had grown accustomed to.

It was frenzied but necessarily so and she trembled in a deep climax as he surged into her, wanting to spill his whole self into her, not just his seed.

…love you…love you so much…oh, Spock…, she sighed happily as she gave herself over to his need.

He moaned and he could feel his own release boil within his veins. He moved deeper, faster, harder…her whimpers and gasps urging him on.

"Come inside me…please, baby…please, please come inside me…be in me…yes!"

Spock plunged into her dripping cavity once, twice more and then came with a loud shout of her name, causing her to writhe underneath him in a second climax. He rained kisses to her breasts, her throat, her jaw, anywhere he could reach. Her long elegant fingers raked through his hair, mussing it and drawing him ever closer to her.

"Taluhk nash-veh k'dular…my beautiful Nyota…" he murmured as they held each other.

"I love you, too. Always."

He kissed her once more and watched as she drifted into slumber, holding her tightly.

The pain was still there. The pain would remain with him for the rest of his days.

Nyota would not let it consume him, though. She would remain by his side simply because she wished to.

He was her ashayam.

She was his k'diwa, his soul mate.

As Spock finally surrendered to his own slumber, only one thought remained in his mind.

He loved this woman.

FIN.

~Translations (found on the VLD) ~

Ashayam - a beloved person; used as a term of endearment; similar to t'hy'la but more personal and with emotional connotations

K'diwa Khio'ri -beloved star

Keshtan-ur - the passage leading from the opening of the vulva to the cervix of the uterus in female mammals

Lok - male organ of copulation in higher vertebrates, homologous with the clitoris; in mammals, it also serves as the male organ of urinary excretion

Taluhk nash-veh k'dular - a declaration of love between bondmates that is accepted by Vulcan society