A/N: Oh god guys, there is no way that I could ever apologise enough for not posting this last week. Life just got away from me and something had to give, which happened to be this. Next week's chapter will also be late as I am off volunteering on a camp for disadvantaged kids.

There will be no smut in this story, it is not something I have ever felt comfortable writing and therefore there will be none in this story. Sorry if this disappoints anyone.

Simone, that was the sweetest, most encouraging review I have ever gotten and my only complaint is that I could not reply to it because you were a guest.

Sorry for the long authors note, enjoy the story guys!

"Uhura, why is Professor Spock staring at us? Are we doing something wrong?" Pavel Chekov was staring rather stubbornly at the table in front of them, while Spock was staring just as stubbornly at her back.

She glanced over her shoulder, "Don't worry about it, we aren't doing anything wrong. I will talk to him later. In the meantime explain to me what I've done wrong here." And with that simple question his attention was diverted.

She could still feel Spock's eyes burning into her back.

Chekov was a Russian exchange student who was some sort of genius in the mathematics field. Unfortunately his English was lacking and that was how she had made him agree to tutor her in Russian. He was a sweet kid, always happy and overly exuberant and it was hard not to treat him like a little puppy sometimes. And as such he got a lot of hugs and casual touches from her and everyone else, which was probably the reason Spock was currently glaring at them. Oh well, she would deal with it later, she promised herself. Right now, she had verb conjugations to learn.

Later turned out to be quite a bit later that she'd expected. Firstly she had to deal with Gaila discovering that she had actually fallen for someone without sleeping with them first. That had been a long weekend culminating in both of them getting very drunk and Gaila ranting about Scottish men who just couldn't take a hint until said Scottish man turned up and escorted her back to his place leaving Nyota to rely on Kirk to get her back to her dorm room.

Then there was some issue in the Engineering labs, some idiot first year had downloaded software that came with a particularly vicious virus. Spock being the best was obviously called in to help and he spent several days locked in the labs trying to prevent it from infecting the entire system. She had thought Engineering students were meant to be smart but some were apparently lacking basic computer knowledge.

Then when they were finally both free, Spock decided that he was avoiding her. For someone who apparently had no social skills, he was quite adept at avoiding someone when he put his mind to it. She eventually corners him on Friday evening after his last tutorial of the week.

She got to his room fifteen minutes early and waits outside until all the students have filed out before entering and shutting the door behind her.

"Spock, we need to talk."

"I think you will find we need to do no such thing." His back was turned, hunched over his desk while he packed up his things.

"I think you will find that we really do. This whole ignoring thing is really not working for me, I would actually like to see you once in a while."

"I do not see why that is necessary."

"You don't- oh my god, what is wrong with you?" She threw her hands up in frustration.

"Nothing is wrong with me. As I said previously, I think you will find we don't need to talk. All correspondence for your teaching assistant duties can be done through email, therefor eliminating the need for face to face conversations." He slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and finally turned to face her. His expression was cold and flat.

"Well that's fantastic but what about when I don't want to talk to you about my teaching assistant duties, what if I want to go on a date with you? Will we have to do that over email to?" She asked sarcastically.

"I do not see us going on dates in the future." He made towards the door but she blocked the exit.

"No, you are not leaving. We are staying right here until you explain to me how we were going fine, hell more than fine last week and now I am suddenly getting the cold shoulder. I would like an explanation." They were going to do this and they were going to do this now, Nyota thought.

"I am not giving you the cold shoulder, I clearly misunderstood the terms of our relationship and for that I am sorry. I will attempt to not jump to conclusions in the future." His face was carefully blank and he was staring at a spot just above her left shoulder.

"Misunderstood… What does that even mean?"

"I saw you and that Russian" His voice was clipped and short with the tiniest bit of heat creeping in.

It took her a moment to think back before snorting a laugh, "You mean Chekov?"

"Yes him. I did not realise that we were not exclusive and I am sorry for the misunderstanding. Now we have spoken about it, can I leave?"

"No there is something you have misunderstood but it's not what you think it is. What is my doctorate on?"

"Linguistics."

"Specifically which part?"

"The morphology, syntax and phonology of modern languages, particularly how the Latin based languages have evolved in the different continents."

"Correct."

"But then why were you talking about Russian, it uses a Cyrillic based alphabet." He said. She though she detected confusion and a hint of hurt in his voice.

"I know but my mentor suggested that I introduce at least one non-Latin based language to discuss the evolutionary differences in the different languages." She was slowly moving towards him. He didn't seem to want to leave anymore.

"So it wasn't a date?"

"Well he is quite handsome, fun to talk and is rather funny." His face settled into a scowl. "But I can't help think that his boyfriend would be most put out if I stole him away, especially because it took him quite a while to convince Chekov to go out with him."

Spock blinked. "The Russian is gay?"

"The Russian's name is Pavel Chekov and yes he is gay." By this point she was standing directly in front of him. "So yes you misunderstood, but not in the way you thought."

"Yes, that is becoming apparent."

"So while we are somewhat on the topic I have something to say to you. If you ever do something as idiotic as you have done over the past week, I will kick your ass so hard you will feel it for the next month. I don't care how illogical that is, it will happen. If you have an issue with something you will talk to me, you will not go off in a sulk and blatantly ignore me. You will not make assumptions about my relationships with other men or women. Not only is it uncalled for, it is insulting that you do not trust me."

The longer she went on the smaller Spock seemed to get, drawing his shoulders in and ducking his head.

"I am sorry Nyota, I cannot promise not to make conclusions but I can promise to talk to you before acting… irrationally." His head was still down.

"That is all I ask." She studied him for a moment, "and for the record when I'm with someone, I am with them and only them."

The smile he gave her left her breathless.

A/N: Would anyone be interested in a one shot about Chekov and Sulu?