Lt. Uhura (talentedtongue) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-07-11 00:52:00 |
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WHO: Nyota Uhura & Spock [ickle versions!]
WHAT: Waking up to confusion
WHERE: Uhura & Spock's Apartment
WHEN: After this
RATING: G [they are ickle, after all]
STATUS: In Progress
It was warm and comfy and for the first time in a few months, Nyota Uhura found herself waking up without screaming. There were no images of fire, not residual pain from the burns that had healed awhile ago, and most importantly, no remembrance of the death that had occurred all because she had been too small to move the items that had fallen in T'iana's path. It wasn't until she was almost fully aware, the muscles in her arms tightening instinctively around the waist that they were attached to, that she realized that she wasn't alone.
Contact broken instantly, yanking herself back across the bed that was much larger than the ones in the dorms, Nyota stared in disbelief at the back of the head across from her, curiously studying the dark hair and slightly pointed ears that it framed. A Vulcan? But...there were no Vulcans at the Institute. There were no Vulcans at any of the schools on Earth. Their education system was one of the most rigorous in the Galaxy. Why would there need to be?
"Um," Nyota started, biting her inner cheek in hesitation before reaching out and prodding the kid (who luckily looked about her own age) in the shoulder. "Excuse me. But I don't think you're supposed to be in here."
Standard was always the best route to go when addressing an unknown. She highly doubted he spoke Swahili.