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This one won’t make AOS Uhura fans very happy

Spock hadn’t seen her in a while. Their time serving aboard the same ship had ended when Jim had decided to quit and raise a child with Spock. Retire, Spock supposed, though Jim hadn’t been retirement age, Starfleet allowed it because of who Jim was.

Anyway, Spock had left too, because Jim was his husband and they planned to raise a family together.

It had been a few years since he’d seen Nyota in person. And so when they ended up being in the same city, it seemed natural to meet.

Oddly enough there was nothing terribly natural about their relationship these days. The end of their relationship had been fraught with drama to put it mildly. Spock had given up pretending he didn’t love Jim and Nyota had given up pretending it didn’t piss her off.

Still they’d had an uneasy peace. A peace that allowed her to accept his invitation to dinner.

They had been at a vegetarian restaurant they used to eat at a lot back in their Academy days and things had been going all right until Spock noticed her make a face when he mentioned his husband.

“Would you rather I not mention Jim?”

Nyota snorted. “No. I mean he is what he is to you. I maybe would rather you hadn’t mention him twenty times since we sat down.”

“I apologize.” Spock was starting to realize that this was perhaps a mistake.

She sighed, shook her head. “How is he?”

“He is well. Thank you for inquiring. He sends his best to you.”

“Sure he does.” She grimaced. “That was uncalled for. I’m sorry, Spock. He doesn’t deserve that and neither do you. I’m just…bitterly jealous to be honest.”

This surprised Spock. It had been a number of years since they’d seen each other as romantic partners.


“Everything. The joyous way you conduct your relationship with him being number one. You never showed that depth of feeling and contentment with me. Not the entire time. That you two are happy and have a family with this perfect life.”

“It is hardly perfect—”

“It is as far as I am concerned. You have the love of your life, Spock, and I have…work.” She sighed again and put her chin on her hand. “There’s no one special in my life. I’m not even dating. I doubt I’ll ever find what you have with Jim. But I’d like something. I just don’t know what.”

“I apol—”

“Don’t say your sorry, Spock. It’s nothing you’ve done. If Jim Kirk hadn’t come into our lives, I honestly don’t think you and I would have lasted anyway. Part of me thinks we lasted as long as we did because of your absolute stubbornness about denying that love for him. Whatever. I want what you have and I don’t have it. So yeah, I’m jealous. Not proud of that but I am.”

“I could say that you will find it someday, but I know that you don’t appreciate those sorts of platitudes.”

She smirked and lifted her glass of wine to her lips. “Yeah, I don’t. And believe it or not, even though I’m super envious, I’m also really glad you have what you have.”

“I am sorry for my part in hurting you.”

“Never mind. That’s old news. Go ahead. Mention Jim and your family twenty more times.” She grinned. “I’m listening.”

Spock arched a brow, but he did launch into his life since leaving Starfleet. At the end of the night, he decided it had been a pleasant evening between old friends after all.