Title: Resolution.

Author: Linstock

Code: Spock, Uhura, Spock Prime

Rating: R

Type: Angst ,Romance

Warning: Threesome and mature-rated [18+] sex scenes.

Disclaimer: do not own the Star trek the characters or profit in from this writing.

Summary: The presence of Ambassador Selek on the Enterprise raises unexpected emotions in Nyota and Spock. They resolve the issue in their own unique way.

A/N: This is for sesh_khem . Part of her request Christmas exchange read… Does Not Want: triangles (unless it's w/ Spock Prime, lol...I'm sick like that). Sesh, I would never have thought to try this without your prompt. But having read your prompt, my strange brain insisted on formulating a scenario where this grouping appeared possible ... so… I hope this is a pleasing New Year's present.

I can not thank my beta , SpockLikesCats , enough for weeding out the mistakes, improving the flow and pointing out the ambiguities. I think she actually channels Spock in some way; she get his "voice" so right.

Resolution.

Chapter 1

Spock woke to an empty bed, listening carefully. Nyota was in the living area crying again. Spock had been patient; he had not yet pressed her for an explanation …

These sessions of weeping late at night had begun around the same time the Enterprise had taken on a VIP for transport.

The Enterprise had been assigned the duty of transporting the Vulcan Ambassador Selek, as he called himself. It was a relatively short trip, a matter of a few weeks. Selek was entertaining and almost gallant. Spock could not understand why his presence would distress his mate. Perhaps her distress was completely unrelated. Human women had "emotional" times during every month …

"Enough!" he thought. He couldn't tolerate his ashayam being so distressed. He would go to her, but if she asked him to leave he would.

Rising from the bed, Spock walked into the living area. Nyota, curled on the couch, had her face buried in a pillow to quiet her sobbing.

Spock walked over and in one fluid movement picked her up and sat on the sofa with her in his lap. Holding her close, he stroked her hair. She turned into his embrace, wriggling against him as if trying to burrow into him. He felt her warm tears on his bare chest.

Bending to kiss the top of her head he whispered, "Tell me."

Nyota turned, moving around so she straddled his lap; she wrapped her arms around him so tightly it was almost painful. As he stroked the side of her face his fingers brushed her temples and he caught a flash of her thoughts - an image of his older self.

Cautiously Spock asked, "Nyota, what has Ambassador Selek to do with your distress?"

"Nothing." she said suddenly pulled away and looked at Spock with tear reddened eyes. "He hasn't done anything, this is just me being … stupid."

"Never, ashayam, please tell me what distresses you."

She sat straddling his knees, breathing raggedly, and hung her head. She did not answer.

"It concerns the Ambassador," Spock prompted.

She nodded once but remained silent. It was so unlike her; Spock's concern increased.

"Nyota, please."

She could not help but hear the worry in his voice. She raised her head, looked at him and whispered: "He is the you I will not live to see."

##

She'd said it. She'd wrapped her aching and sorrow in a rag of words and handed it to Spock. She watched his face and saw the moment when he unwrapped the words and he felt the sorrow.

Now it was Spock who held her too tightly against his chest, his heart hammering against her hand as he buried his face against her neck.

This was the "elephant in the room" of their relationship. Nyota told herself that she would take what she could have of Spock and be glad; of course she wanted him to live a full life after she was gone. She thought she had accepted this reality. She had deluded herself.

Uhura was used to reading Vulcan body language and it was clear to her this trip was difficult for Ambassador Selek, surrounded as he was by living ghosts.

But when she looked at Ambassador Selek, what Nyota saw was the Spock she would never know. By the time her Spock had hair streaked with grey and the relaxed demeanour of the Ambassador she would be just a memory; his dead first wife.

This unwanted window into his future without her hurt, a lot. It felt like losing him. And now she had hurt Spock too.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, nuzzling him, "so sorry."

He raised his head and his expressive eyes were filled with a desperate pain. She understood and pulled him into a searing kiss. Spock's response was electric.

His arm circled her waist and he swung her down onto the sofa, his mouth devouring hers; his body pressing heavily against her. Never breaking the kiss, he pushed down his pants with one hand, freeing himself, and then hooked that hand behind her knee spreading her legs wide as he pushed deeply into her without preamble. His hand found her meld points and their minds and bodies surged together; their love crashed like living waves against the cliffs of their combined fear and anticipated sorrow.

Afterward they clung together like survivors of a shipwreck.

"Never leave me," he whispered.

"Never by my choice," she replied and felt him shudder.

##

From then on when Spock looked at the Ambassador he saw a vision of his future, stripped of Nyota. It was not the Vulcan way to focus on the unchangeable; it would be illogical - but when it came to Nyota, Spock's control had always been tenuous.

The Ambassador was an observant man and noticed the change.

He saw no reason to be play the diplomat with himself so he asked the question bluntly.

"What has changed between us?"

Spock replied, "I have seen my future." This reply might be unclear to some, but the Ambassador quickly understood the pain in those familiar eyes.

"And Nyota?"

"Nyota also. In you she sees the Spock she will not live to know," Spock replied.

The Ambassador gave a most un-Vulcan sigh as he sank onto the sofa. He gestured for Spock to sit in the easy chair.

"A conundrum," said the Ambassador "What do you propose to do about this?"

"I will meditate," said Spock. "For Nyota, I will simply love her. I anticipate that the deep sadness she is experiencing will resolve when you depart the ship."

"If I may venture a comment, I believe that you may be in error. My presence has merely opened an issue that already existed. At best, my absence will allow it to be buried again, not be resolved."

"It cannot be resolved," Spock said vehemently. Then in his usual calm voice he continued, "It is a biological fact that, barring accidental death, I will outlive Nyota by at least 100 years."

"Indeed. But it is important to me that the years you do have are not marred by the inevitable."

Spock tilted his head in confusion. "I appreciate your concern but why does this matter to you?"

The ambassador gave the expression Spock classified as his facial shrug, a raised eyebrow. "Well you could say that I just want myself to be happy." He paused, seeming amused by his small joke. "But the real reason is that you have what I lack and I derive a great deal of vicarious pleasure from your relationship with Nyota."

"I don't understand," replied Spock.

"I too knew a Nyota Uhura. We were colleagues and friends. She was important to me; however, I never initiated a romantic relationship with her although she made it clear that she was interested. I don't doubt I disappointed her … but she remained a loyal and supportive friend. I believe she understood me better than anyone.

"When she died I truly realized the significance of her presence in my life, and the depth of my loss. I would never get a chance to rectify the mistakes that I now regret; illogical as regret is.

"I have taken a perhaps unwarranted interest in your relationship with the Nyota of this universe. You look at me and see your impending loss. I look at you and her and see what I have already lost."

For the first time, he extended his hand toward his younger self. Spock reached forward and lightly touched two fingers against the Ambassador's. They understood each other.

##

That evening, Spock shared this conversation with Nyota. They both realised, to use the metaphor, that once the elephant in the room had been seen, it would not be un-seen. Their conversation was intense and laid bare their fears and needs. She was terrified and excited in equal measure by the action they decided to take.

TBC

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