Yes, Spock is OCC, but I don't think after a few months, he would be his stoic, Vulcan self. Especially in regards to Nyota…read on. Hate it? Love it? Kinda like it? Let me know
"Lieutenant, my ready room, please." Kirk walked to his office expecting Uhura to follow. She looked over at Spock with a furrow in her brow. Spock felt the urge to follow as well, but had not been asked. Nyota would tell him what transpired later.
Lieutenant Uhura stood in front of Kirk's desk. "Sir?"
"Yes, Lieutenant. Just what is your relationship with my First Officer?" He looked up at her.
"Sir?" Nyota was confused by his question.
"You heard me, Uhura. Are you sleeping in the Commander's quarters?" His voice was official, cold.
"Sir, I feel that this is personal and has no effect on my position here." She stood tall, looking straight ahead.
"Everything that concerns my crew concerns me, Lieutenant" His eyes narrowed. "If you are cohabitating with the Commander I need to know. You and he have not requested cohabitation privileges. As such, you are both violating Star Fleet regulations."
"Sir, most couples…" He held up his hand.
"Most couples are not on my senior staff. Consider your position, Uhura. You set an example, both you and Spock." He shrugged.
"Fine, I'll speak to the Commander, we'll put in the correct requests." She closed her eyes and opened them again. The look on the Captain's face almost frightened her. "Is that all, sir?"
"No, but we'll revisit this." He stood. "Dismissed."
"Thank you, sir." She turned and left.
Spock turned as Nyota re-entered the bridge. He could feel her distress, her anger…and her fear. He went to her. "Nyota?" He whispered.
"Not now, Spock." She softly ground out. He face stiffened and went to the Captain's ready room.
"Captain, a word." Spock was inundated with Nyota's encounter with the Captain. Kirk's anger at his mate, not in words but in tone, in expression. It was not right.
"Spock, not now. We need to return to the…" Spock slammed the palm on Kirk's desk, showing emotion he had not felt since the incident on the bridge after the destruction of Vulcan.
"Sir! A word. Now." Spock growled.
Kirk's eyes shot wide open. "Fine, sit."
"No, I will stand." He took a calming breath and clasped his hands behind his back. "Captain, what issue do you have in regards to my relationship with the Lieutenant? When we first fought Nero, you knew she and I…we were in love."
"You and she, you aren't meant to be." Kirk got up and went around to the front of his desk. "You, you are meant for other things. For another person."
"Sir, I am bonded to Nyota. She is my mate, I chose her and she chose me. There is really nothing else to be said. My elder counter-part, he destroyed whatever possible future he knew when he traveled through time. This is what is real, Captain. This is our life." Spock did not want to have this discussion, his relationship with Nyota was private. Was his and was hers. Not something to be discussed with James Kirk.
"No, Spock. We, you and I, we're meant to have a life together. To find strength in each other. To share a life…" Jim stepped forward, his hand outstretched, Spock's eyes narrowed and took a step back.
"I am unaware of what you and the elder Spock spoke of. But I know who I find strength in. Nyota. She is my strength. I have never had any thoughts, any feelings for you, for any male, Sir. For this other Spock, for you it may be different. But there could never be anything between us, Captain." Spock had a sinking feeling in his stomach, a feeling he had not experienced since his mother's death. Since the destruction of his home world. His counter-self had been attempting to fulfill his own agenda at the expense of this Kirk and of him.
Jim growled in frustration. "Spock, give us a try. There is so much that we will do together. There are so many things we'll see, so many things we'll feel. I know, I saw it when I melded with Spock." He took Spock by the shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes. "I know you can love me. You will love me."
Spock pushed the Captain away. "This is a fantasy, Jim. Spock's, perhaps yours. But it is not real. I am bonded, I have no feelings for you and I can assure you I never will."
"If you would just stay away from Uhura, she is influencing you, using you." Jim shook his head, rethinking what he'd just said. No, that made no sense. "She's a fine woman, but she's not for you. If you would just give us a chance…"
"Captain, this is inappropriate behavior for an officer." Spock turned to leave and stopped, his back to Kirk. "Do not mention this again, sir. And do not threaten my wife." With that last statement he strode from his office.
"You aren't married, Spock. You aren't officially bonded…" He spoke to the departing Vulcan, but Spock heard him.
Nyota looked up and saw his face. Opening up their link, she felt his anger. He nodded at her. 'We shall speak of this after our shift ends.'
Nodding, Nyota turned back to her station. Sulu and Chekov looked at each other before turning back to their controls, as well. Both of them knew something was up with their Captain, but neither knew what it was. Now they knew it had to do with Spock and Uhura.
Kirk entered the bridge and went to his chair. "Report."
"All's fine, Kaptin." Chekov replied.
"Good." Kirk looked straight ahead and waited.
Nyota flopped down on Spock's bed, resignation on her face. "We need to put in a cohabitation requisition. Otherwise," she shrugged, "well, I don't know, but that's one of the things the captain said." Spock sat next to her and hesitated.
"I am unsure if we will be able to stay on the Enterprise, Nyota." He turned to face her. "We have options as we are both highly trained. We can request a transfer to any number Star Fleet vessels."
"Are you serious? He's not going to let us stay on this ship? Spock, I don't know what to say." She took a deep breath, determined not to cry. "What did you talk about?"
"You were correct in your assumptions. It would appear that my alternate self had a relationship with the Kirk in his universe that was not…platonic. Captain Kirk would like to resume said relationship." Spock's voice was monotone, but Nyota could sense his distress. "As we are not officially bonded or married, he feels his pursuit of me is not unreasonable."
"This is like a nightmare, Spock. The Jim I knew from the Academy would never do something like this. Just how much do you trust the other Spock?" Nyota laid her head back and looked up at the ceiling.
"I do not know him. We only had a few conversations, but at this point, I must say I do not trust him at all." Spock lay next to Nyota and pulled her into his embrace. As illogical as it was, Spock had an uneasy feeling. It bordered on fear, and as far as he was aware, there was nothing to fear. He and Nyota had every right to resign their commission if they so chose, so why was he fearful?
His feeling washing over her, Nyota dug deeper into his embrace. "Oh, k'diwa, I don't think it's fear so much as you're totally our of control of this situation. They've taken away your choice in this matter…just like Nero. Your at the whim of a superior force. Spock, Kirk, they both took your autonomy away. And mine. It's totally unjust and it sucks."
"Yes, this does seem more logical." He took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "Would you be willing to leave all this? To walk away?"
He felt her shrug. "For us, yes I would. I just know I can't live like this, Spock. I feel…violated. I know it doesn't make sense, but that's how I feel. I just feel tired, sweetheart, so tired. I don't even know if I'd want to be on another starship. At least, not for awhile."
"Yes, I am in accordance."
"And you know, the weird thing is, I can't blame Kirk. Not really. He was kind of, I don't know, mind-fucked by the elder Spock."
"I generally do not approve of such colorful euphemisms, but in this instance I believe you are correct." He paused. "However, I am suspect of Spock's state of mind. He lost Vulcan as well as I did, and he takes responsibility for the devastation. Perhaps, and this is merely conjecture, in his compromised state his judgment was flawed."
Nyota had to smile at her husband's forgiving nature. He'd call it logic, she called it Spock.
The view screen opened up to the face of Sarek. "Spock, I was not expecting you to contact me until next week. Is all well?"
"No, all is not well, Father." His voice did not hold any of the stress he was feeling. "I am unsure of where to begin."
"At the beginning, Spock. Relate your troubles." He moved forward in his seat and waited.
Spock sighed and told his father everything that had occurred since the end of Vulcan.