The corridor was empty but for herself and the light above her head flickered as Nyota jabbed angrily at the button to call the elevator. The small red light on the console remained dark and she tapped her finger against several times in quick succession before letting out an irritated huff.

"God damn it," she cursed smacking her palm against the panel.

"The elevator is currently malfunctioning," a voice intoned behind her. Nyota turned to see Spock standing a few feet behind her, his face impassive.

"Perhaps you ought to report it to maintenance," she sneered, refusing to meet his eye. Steeling herself with a deep breath she began to walk in long, determined strides towards the door to his left that led to the stairs.

"I have already done so," Spock commented as she neared but Nyota did not acknowledge him. Reaching out with her hand, she pushed the door open intent on stepping through. As she did so Spock gripped her arm firmly.

"Excuse me," she snapped, attempting to pull her arm away but Spock's grip did not falter.

"Nyota..." he began, turning towards her but she was having none of it.

"Let me go!" she cried angrily, pulling against him but it was futile, he was too strong. "Stop it!"

She struggled against him as he drew her firmly against his body, his other hand wrapping around her body to clasp the back of her head. "Nyota," he gasped, leaning his forehead close to hers but she squirmed and turned her face away.

"Damn it, Spock! Let me go!" Nyota cried thumping at his chest ineffectually, blinking back tears. Spock closed his eyes and pressed his nose into her hair.

"I cannot," he breathed, pressing her to him in a tight embrace. Nyota buried her face into his chest and sobbed.