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20 July 2012 @ 11:37 am
Bright Side of the Mirror - Spock/Mirror Uhura - Part One  
Character: Spock/Mirror Uhura
Genre: Gen
Author: sylar
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Word count: 917
Rating: PG 13
Prompts: Meme #13 Down the rabbit hole. a_muse_meme
Notes: This was supposed to be a one shot of how Spock discovered Mirror, Mirror Uhura, but I think that I might have to have him find the rest of the intruders as well.



I had been on duty for two shifts, and although I was fully capable of continuing at my full capacity in my duties, I was in need of the seclusion of my quarters. The babble of primarily human voices constantly batters against my Vulcan resolve. With my years of practice I have learned to push the buzz away until it becomes no more than background noise, but there comes a time when it begins to grate on my nerves and I must escape to solitude. On bad days I will seek solace in the quiet of one of the hydroponic bays, but today my quarters will be enough.

Before the door slid shut behind me, I knew that I was not alone. Vulcan had no moon. My eyes have no trouble seeing in the dimly lit room. The only illumination came from the flickering lights on my computer, and the lights of the fish tank that was resting on a shelf. I enjoyed watching the fish swim about among the coral and rocks that were arranged in the tank. There were four fish in the tank, two blue, one gold and one red. Nyota had named them McCoy, Spock, Kirk and the red fish after herself. It did not seem to bother her that one of the blue fish was female and the red fish was male. It was illogical to name them at all. They could not come if they were called, and they were unable to hear us speak to them. While McCoy and Kirk’s illogic frequently annoyed me, especially the good doctor’s, I found Nyota’s illogic comforting. It was one of the reasons that I love her.

“Where have you been?” Nyota said, her voice was a rough purr as if she had been shouting, or she may have been suffering from a virus. “I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

“I have been on the bridge,” I replied as I stripped off my blue over shirt.

“You’re working too hard.” She came up behind me to slip her fingers along the waistband of my pants until she could managed to find a patch of bare skin to trace them over. Her nails were considerably sharper than they had been last night. Her teeth were also quite sharp which I found out when she bit into the back of my shoulder.

“I have not increased the effort that I have put into my duties.” I had not. I always operated at the best of my potential. It was expected of me after so many years of proving that I was as capable as any full blood Vulcan, and it had become the standard for me. When our relationship first began, she would complain that I didn’t know how to relax. She no longer does, but she was correct. I don’t.

Her reply was a heavy sigh, the touch of her breath on my back as she pulled my undershirt up and over my head. She pushed me toward the bed, and I let her. Along the way, she turned me around, and I discovered that she was clothed in a gossamer scarf of swirling colors that I could see the outline of her slender body through. I ran my hands under the delicate fabric, touching her warm skin. When I ducked my face down to kiss her, she pushed me once more, and I fell back onto the bed. Nyota moved quickly, straddling me as she raked her nails down my chest. I gasped at the pain, and grabbed her wrists. She is a passionate creature, but she has never deliberately caused me pain before.

“Let go,” she hissed as she fought my grip. “What’s the matter, Spock? Not in the mood?”

“I am in the mood,” I stated although from my penis’ reaction it would be quite evident from her position on top of me that I was interested and in the mood. “I am also confused.”

“Do you need me to explain it to you?” She stopped struggling, and narrowed her eyes to look at me. “I thought we were well past that by now.”

“Lights,” I called out to the computer and blinked as the much brighter lights came on. I did not let go of her wrists. I held her tight as I studied her.

“Where’s your beard?” She demanded before her struggles began once more. She tightened her thighs, and brought her forehead down to catch me in the chin. I tasted my own blood from biting my tongue, but I did not let her go.

“Who are you?” I asked as I dislodged her, while rolling off the opposite side of the bed to keep it between us.

“What do you mean who am I?” She snarled. Her eyes were nearly feral, and to my surprise she had picked up a Vulcan ceremonial dagger to defend herself with. Although from tension in her body, I was the one who was in need of a defensive weapon.

She lunged at me, and I felt the sting of the dagger’s tip poke my side. I twisted, letting her momentum carry her past me, and grabbed her shoulder to administer the Vulcan neck pinch. It was then that I noticed a long scar along the underside of her jaw that was not there before. I placed her on the bed, wrapping her in the covers, donned my undershirt and carried her to sick bay. Hopefully Dr. McCoy would have the answers.
 
 
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( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Amy: Readingnotcrazy_honest on July 20th, 2012 07:38 pm (UTC)
What a way to discover an alternate! It'll be interesting to see where this ends up going, and I always love Mirror Universe stuff. Very cool. :3
Spockiam_spock on July 20th, 2012 10:11 pm (UTC)
Did I share the very dirty joke that my friend instigated about this story? I was snickering the entire time that I wrote it. Of course being a canon whore, I realized that the scar probably shouldn't be there since if they switched bodies, their clothes should have gone too, but it's Star Trek logic. I have to leave it alone. Glad you liked it. <3
linstock: Sensuous Vulcanlinstock on July 21st, 2012 07:55 am (UTC)
The touches I liked best were
Spock finding illogic in others irritating , but Uhura's illogic is comforting.
The difference in the feel of her nails.
His admission that he does not know how to relax.
The sudden realization that all was not well was excellent. I liked that Spock reacted with calm and precision, he did not doubt the evidence of his senses or try to question as a hunan may.
Spock: Workingiam_spock on July 21st, 2012 06:15 pm (UTC)
You just made me smile ear to ear. Thank you so much for your kind words.
lantean_breezelantean_breeze on July 21st, 2012 06:59 pm (UTC)
A nice start. I look forward to seeing how Spock finds his real Uhura. ;)
Spock: Dark Portraitiam_spock on July 21st, 2012 07:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I'm looking forward to him finding out that McCoy isn't the right one either.
lantean_breezelantean_breeze on July 21st, 2012 07:09 pm (UTC)
LOL, good. :D Sounds like Spock will really need to use those logic and investigative skills that he's so known for. BTW, I love your icon above and the "Human Please" one. That one made me chuckle. :)
Spockiam_spock on July 21st, 2012 07:28 pm (UTC)
Feel free to shop through my icons if you like.
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