Chapter three! Her-ay 3! God I love writing this pairing :)
Disclaimer : I STILL don't own Star Trek, please stop rubbing it in my face :(

Uhura : A Lover For an Ex

It had been pure chance that it had happened. Pure chance, pure luck, that she had landed in his class... late. Otherwise he never would have noticed her in the first place. Spock was just like that in a way.

He had not glared at her, but that eye brow had rose as he nodded towards her seat, and continued on with his lesson. Uhura could feel herself blushing a bright pink as she stumbled towards her seat. It had to be one of the woarst moments of her life for her. Or at least, that was what she had thought until the end of the class. As she had stood ready to make a mad dash back to her rooms, someone cleared their throat.

"Cadet Uhura, please remain where you are at present."

Uhura gulped, and turned around to face Commander Spock, not quite meeting his eye. "Yes Commander?"

"I wish to know why you were late today Cadet. You have never arrived past the required time before now."

God, how was it possible for him to sound so calm, curious, and furious at the same time? "Well, you see... I-"

"If you are not prepared to tell me the truth I do not wish to hear it."

"Commander Spock, I had been late to your class today because..." And she explained so fast that even Spock's Vulcan hearing couldn't quite place what she had said.

Tilting his head to the side, his eye brow raising slightly he inquired a mere, "Excuse me?"

Uhura took a deep breath and then slowly managed, "My room mate dismantled my alarm for a project, and I... slept in." She winced at just how bad that sounded, not daring to look Spock in the eye.

There was a moment's silence, and finally Spock broke it by walking over to his desk and sitting in his chair swiftly. "I believe you have another class to attend Cadet."

Relief. "Thank you sir." She turned to go, when Spock's next words caused her to stumbled on her own feet.

"I would however wish to speak again. Perhaps over dinner tonight. If it is suitable for you, I would meet you here after classes."

Had he just... "Uhh... yeah, that sounds great." Uhura stuttered slightly, before rushing out the door. No way had her super hot commander just asked her on a date.

As it turned out he had. And over the course of their relationship Spock proved himself to be quite the romantic in all forms of the words, though he never allowed her favoritism in the class room. Uhura didn't think she could get any happier every time she found a delicate rose blossom awaiting her at her seat, or when she was allowed the briefest moment to hold Spock's hand before he asked politely for her to stop before his shields bared completely.

Everything in Uhura's life was perfect... that is until she met the infamous James T. Kirk, but that was a whole nother story.

It was ridiculous, the reaction the egotistical cadet spurned within her Spock. She watched in amusement at first when it happened, hearing Spock rant was rare, of course she hadwished that it was her that had brought out the emotion within the Vulcan.

"How dare he even thinkabout strutting into the middle of my class, laughing off my disapproval with that damn illogical air about him-" Spock had gone on one night, pacing his sitting room while Uhura watched him with a slight smile on her face. "His grades are far too high for what very little can possibly be going on within that air head of a brain-"

"Spock he's been tested over and over again. He's never cheated."

"I am aware of that Nyota. He is intelligent to the point of being a genius, and yet he does not do anything about it besides trying to sleep with every other girl on the campus!" Spock's monotone voice slipped into a sort of hiss, his cheeks and ears flushing a bright green. "He has a potential many of my students would die for and he throws it all away."

"Well he has had a troubled past Spock-"

"His father would surely not be proud of his behaviour! He should be trying to show his abilities in a more positive light. He could have already graduated if he had-"

And so Spock went on. On and on and on talking about Kirk. Uhura was beginning to get sick of it. What was it in that man that was able to get an emotional response out of her man? She managed to force herself to forget her worries however, whenever she walked into her classes and found that single rose resting on her seat.

After all his sweeter than sweet gestures couldn't be a bad thing. He was with her, and no hatred towards Jim Kirk could distract him from loving her. He couldn't take him from her. It was, as Spock would say, illogical.

She only wished that she had been right...

Author's Note : Sorry that took so friggen long to update, and now it's so short too! Christmas time is approaching fast here, and I've been going nuts the past few weeks trying to get everything in order! Sorry again!