Nyota Uhura had heard what happened to their Captain via Christine Chapel, but she still couldn't help but think little Jimmy was the cutest eight/nine year old she'd ever seen, no matter how annoying he was as an adult.

She walked into Spock's quarters without a second thought, and halted in her tracks, brow furrowed in confusion.

Spock was sitting on the floor, meditating as he was prone to do. He hadn't even appeared to hear her come in. What she found odd was the small form curled up on top of the covers on his bed. Blond hair mused and eyes closed, she could only guess it was the young James Kirk. She could make out the outline of a shirt somewhere off to the side of the bed, so she could only guess he'd taken it off before going to sleep. Spock did keep his room at an uncomfortably hot temperature to most humans, after all. The question was, why was he in Spock's room in the first place?

"Lights, thirty percent." She said quietly, hoping not to break Spock out of his meditation. The pointed ears still perked though, and one dark eye cracked open though. She didn't notice though.

Nyota stared at Jimmy, eye wide and mouth agape. His chest was covered with bruises in various states of healing and there were what appeared to be burn marks on his arms. "Spock…" She whispered, half out of shock, half out of not wanting to wake Jimmy up. "What happened on that away mission?"

Spock stood, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It wasn't the away mission, Nyota." She could hear the minute emotions louder than if he'd forced them into his voice. Disgust. Sadness. Protectiveness. It was amazing how much a Vulcan could express without meaning to.

"What do you mean?" The thought had crossed her mind, but it couldn't have been… Not Jim.

"Doctor McCoy believes he had these injuries at this age." He didn't say another word. She looked at him in shock.

"You mean…?" Spock nodded, eyes softening.

"It is likely." His ears perked suddenly, something which Nyota had gotten used to after being in a relationship for almost a year, and they both looked over to Jimmy. The young boy was muttering something, barely audible to human ears, as he curled up slightly.

Spock muttered something about being prone to nightmares, but Nyota was the one to make it to the bed, couching down beside the bed. She placed a hand on the slim shoulder, and the muttering quickly quieted down. Nyota looked over her shoulder at her t'hy'la, smiling slightly. You didn't have to wake a child up to stop a nightmare. Spock returned the gesture with a the slightest up upward turns to his lips and a mildly quirked eyebrow, but she knew him well enough to see it. She read him better than she read most languages, and that was really saying something. Though she had to pry open the lock a bit more for Spock than she did for trying to teach herself Romulan dialect.

"I assume I can't stay here tonight." Nyota said, sarcasm layering her voice.

"There does seem to be someone in your usual place." Spock responded, kneeling down to her with amusement in his eyes.

Nyota gave him a quick kiss. "Alas, 'tis true. Do you want me to leave?"

"No," he muttered. Her eyes half-closed as she leaned into him, but froze half an inch from his lips.

"We're being watched." She whispered secretively, eyes flickering to the small boy beside them. Jimmy giggled, burrowing his face into the pillow. Spock raised one slanted eyebrow, the corner of his lip twitching in that odd not-smile of his. Nyota turned on the young boy, poking him playful as she tried to ignore the bruises scattered across his chest. "You, my friend, are a little sneak." Jimmy laughed again.

Uhura ginned. "How long have you been awake?" She questioned playfully, and Spock's not-smile grew slightly.

"A while." Jimmy responded incumbently, getting up off the bed and grabbing his shirt off the floor. It was huge on him, considering it was the twenty-five year old Jim's gold shirt, but it was good temporarily until someone could find a child sized one. After all, it wasn't like the Enterprise was made to be kid friendly, though with incidents like these…

"How long is "a while"?" Questioned Spock, suddenly joining in the conversation.

"Exactly how long it sounds like. A while." Jimmy responded, and Uhura was relived to find that he was acting in a somewhat normal manner for the adult Kirk.

"D'ya have anything I can draw with?" He questioned, head cocked in the exact curious manner a nine years olds should, though Uhura couldn't help but pick up on the hint of nervousness that wavered the sentence slightly.

Spock blinked. "I believe that there is a sketchbook-"

"Jimmy, it's almost midnight. You should be asleep right now." Uhura cut him off. Jimmy pouted slightly, but made his way to the bed no less, sitting down in a rather stubborn manner.

"Don't want to." He said, though the slight droop of his eyes said otherwise.

"Jimmy," she said in a warning tone, and Spock seemed to be watching the interaction like a tennis match.

"Fine, fine. But I get that sketchbook in the morning." And he curled up onto the bed, pretty much cocked out before his head hit the pillow.

Nyota walked back over to her Vulcan lover, who had at some point stood up and was currently standing beside the door. She quirked one eyebrow at him, trying not to smile. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"

"I am not entirely sure that would be a good idea." He responded, eyes flickering to the sleeping form on the bed. Uhura laughed a bit.

"Fine," a brief pause. "Did you know he sketched?" she asked, and it was obvious to who she was referring. "I mean, the sketchbook could have easily been left by a one night stand."

"…My curiosity got the better of me." His shoulder's stiffened slightly. "He's incredibly talented." Uhura cocked her head to one side, taking a seat on the edge of he bed. Jimmy didn't stir.

"Really? I mean, it's surprising he draws in the first place, but how good?" She'd never really pegged Jim Kirk as the artistic type. Then again, one's self as a child and one's self as an adult were often completely different people, so anything was possible. For all she knew he's kept the sketchbook from when he was a kid. Their Captain always was a bit of a pack-rat.

"His work is… incredibly realistic." The slightest of greens dusts his pale cheeks, and Uhura tried not to laugh because on Spock it just looks so ridiculous. She cocked her head to one side.

"Oh really?" She's genuinely curious about her Captain's skills.

Spock averted his eyes to the desk. "Indeed. I've never actually seen the sketchbook itself, but he has given me some of his work." He cleared his throat, and Uhura turned to where his eyes were locked. All she saw was the picture of Amanda that had been there for the last six months.

"Wherever it is I don't see it." She said with a dismissive shrug, absently petting Jimmy's hair; a rather soothing motion.

"You're looking directly at it." Nyota's jaw dropped.

"Seriously? He drew that? I thought it was an actual photo…" She drifted off, amazed at the pure skill it would take to make such a lifelike picture.

"Indeed." Spock muttered in response. Spock's eyebrow arched slightly, and Uhura knew that particular motion to mean ruefulness. "He said it was nothing; just a quick sketch. "Nothing special," to use his words." She turned to him, lips slightly parted.

""Nothing special"? Please tell me your kidding." There was no way someone's self-esteem could be that low about something so obviously amazing,

"Vulcan's do not kid." He looked to the small digital clock, also residing on the desk, and Nyota barely felt the touch of his lithe fingers on her shoulder. "You have your shift tomorrow; you should go." If it were anyone else Nyota would have thought they were trying to get rid of her. With Spock she knew he was just worried about her well-being.

Still, she pouted slightly. "I suppose your right. I'll be here in the morning to help you with him though. Though something tells me he's not a bounding ball of energy…" She stood up, walking to the door.

Spock gave her a quick kiss. "Your help is… much appreciated. I'm not entirely sure I want to take the younger version of our Captain to his quarters just yet."

Nyota nodded, a soft grin on her lips. "I'll be here before he wakes up so you can sneak off and get the sketchbook. G'night love."

"Goodnight Nyota." And the door shut softly.

A/N: I'm sorry it's so short. I wasn't sure how to do Spock/Uhura interaction, and this is what came out. XD I wasn't even planning on doing this. Well, I don't plan period, but ya'll know what I mean... Anyway, someone (who shall remeain nameless because I can't remember their name. Sorry) requested Spock/Uhura in this fic, I like to give what my reviewers ask of me. I am sorely sorry, once again, for OOCness. And shortness.

~Piki :B