Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!cyclone1.gnilink.net!gnilink.net!news-east.rr.com!news.rr.com!bigfeed.bellsouth.net!bignumber.bellsouth.net!news.bellsouth.net!bignews5.bellsouth.net.POSTED!a25ce115!not-for-mail From: Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: NEW:TOS Ambassador Lines: 739 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2900.2180 X-RFC2646: Format=Flowed; Original X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.2180 Message-ID: X-Complaints-To: abuse@bellsouth.net X-Abuse-Info: Please forward a copy of all headers for proper handling X-Trace: ldjgbllpbapjglppdbdpiflmbcekedmfhojhikkbagflhcbodkpmnnlccjbgehippchaalaaaclfpgmjppfepgjjaefingfjmmegjgpnjkbpkckhobdopmkbfjahiccpjgcpdnekanbkbmbchbfbbgdbemghfool NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 22:24:22 EST Organization: BellSouth Internet Group Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 22:27:00 -0500 Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:161408 X-Received-Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 19:27:07 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) TITLE: Ambassador AUTHOR: Rolletti CONTACT: rolletti@rolletti.com http://www.rolletti.com SERIES: TOS RATING: PG-13 CODES: Spock/Uhura SUMMARY: Uhura and the bridge crew negotiate for mineral rights from the DISCLAIMERS: Star Trek nor its characters belong to me. AND no I do not make any money from my insane fanishness The Enterprise was on assignment in the Frenian Beta System orbiting the planet Tavia. Captain Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Chekov and Uhura were on assignment to negotiate mineral rights for the Federation. The Ambassador who was to accompany Kirk and Spock became ill with a virus she contracted on her last assignment. It was undetected by the Lexington's ship doctor, lying dormant until it was ready to rear its ugly head. Ambassador Sheila Earl was a sophisticated, competent negotiator who obtained what she set out for. She was one of the Federations leading Ambassadors for the past ten years. The tenure of her Ambassadorship has led her to Tavia and to place the negotiations alongside her many accomplishments. Sheila Earl was astute, perceptive and resourceful. The Federations confidence in her ranked with that of Sarek of Vulcan. Now she lies in sickbay as a result of the near fatal virus. Dr. McCoy found an antidote for the dreadful disease, but she faced two weeks of recuperation. She was an aggressive ambassador who got her way, but not while she was in sickbay. In sickbay she had met her match, Dr. McCoy. "You will lie there for two weeks and if you don't behave yourself I'll make it three with security to watch over you. In here my word is law and it will do you good not to forget it." Both Kirk and Spock watched the offended Ms. Earl and felt a bit of remorse for her, Dr. McCoy could be ruthless, cold and ironfisted at times. Nevertheless, she did come close to dying and she was not yet strong enough to engage in the upcoming negotiations with the Tavians. It was crucial the talks between the Federation and the Tavians continued at the appointed time. Spock suggested Uhura take the ambassador's place on the female dominated planet. With her communication and linguistic skills she was the logical choice. The men accompanied Uhura as consultants, but to the Tavians they were her slaves. ************** The Queen's secretary, Areena, followed by the five Enterprise crew, showed Uhura to her suite in the palace. "Uhura, these are your rooms. This is the Great Room for entertaining your guests while you're visiting with us. If you need anything that your slaves cannot offer you, you may reach me by pressing this button here. "Thank you, Areena, you are most kind." " If you will follow me, I'll show you where your slaves are to sleep." They walked into a big, spacious bathing room with mirrors on every wall and ceiling. The tub was vast enough for six people to enjoy themselves. There was even a lounging chair positioned next to the tub itself. Chekov's imagination went wild observing the mirrors and the objects in the room. He smiled as he assumed McCoy comprehended his thoughts. // I could easily become some woman's love slave in here. // They were led down a hall and past the bathing room to a doorway. Stepping inside, Uhura saw a very small, plain room. There wasn't anything decorating the walls or floor like the rest of the suite. Uhura noted that she needed to request more bed clothing for the men or they would freeze in the thin material that was provided. Areena turned to Uhura's slaves and looked them over. "Which one is your favorite, Uhura?" "I beg your pardon?" "Which one do you prefer over the others?" Uhura was stunned by the request and it showed on her face. With an air of superiority, the secretary lifted her chin in Uhura's reaction. "Surely the Federation allows its first class citizens to have a favorite." Coldly looking the woman straight in the eyes, Uhura addressed her with dignity and authority. "I was merely shocked that you had to ask!" Without turning her head, Uhura looked at the insufferable woman then pointed at her choice. Spock. "That one is my favorite." The woman had a smug expression on her face. "This month," added Uhura. The woman's face fell. Recovering, she addressed Spock as if speaking to an animal. "Spock, you may follow your mistress and myself." "Only I call him Spock. You may call him *Mr.* Spock." Uhura and Areena looked at each other challengingly. Uhura didn't bat an eye. "As you wish, Ambassador." "And, you will also address my other men as Mr. Kirk, Mr. McCoy and Mr. Chekov. Those, of course, are their names." Uhura was determined to maintain a presence which demanded respect so she gestured with a dignified lift of her chin and a raised brow. "Yes, Ambassador. This way," said Areena as she slightly bowed her head. Uhura and the men followed their guide into an enormous bedroom occupied by an ostentatiously- sized bed. Uhura forgot about her dignified air when she looked at it. "That's a big bed." "Yes. The Queen uses one similar to this. She and her favorite find it quite comfortable." "Uh...where would my favorite sleep if I tire of him?" The woman stood there dumbfounded. "I don't know, Ambassador. Everyone sleeps with their favorite. I guess you could just have him move to the other side of the bed if you want." Uhura felt the heat rising into her face. // I have to sleep with Spock! // "Well, Ambassador, it was a pleasure meeting you. The Queen wishes to see you for breakfast tomorrow morning. Your men should be able to tend to all your needs with the supplies in the bathing room. Remember to push the button if you require anything. I hope this suite meets with your approval?" "Yes, thank you, it's beautiful. You may tell your Queen I am well satisfied and I will meet her at the appointed time." The Queen's secretary walked out of the room leaving the awkward five crew members looking at everything but each other. ****************** Kirk was the first to speak up after the long unsettling silence. "Well." "Well indeed, Captain," said Spock. Then McCoy added his two cents. "Well." Areena walked in again and addressed Uhura. "Ambassador, I forgot to inform you that someone will be up to show your favorite around, so nothing will hinder his... performance for you." Uhura developed an uncontrollable cough and the men suddenly found the ceiling interesting. McCoy quickly ran to the bathing room to get her a drink of water with one of the sterilized cups he saw earlier. "Are you well, Ambassador?" asked Areena. "Here Uhura, drink this." As Uhura drank the desperately needed water, Areena looked at McCoy in shock. "You address your mistress by her name?" Spock immediately understood what was happening and approached Areena with his head bowed. "Where we come from madam, it is our way." Looking at Uhura she said, "You have strange ways, you Federationist. If you are well now, I will take my leave of you." Recovering, Uhura said, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." As the door closed, Uhura sat heavily on the bed. "You're doing a good job, Uhura. You know, for a moment there I thought that woman was going to be a victim of Tal'shaya Spock taught you." "Well, did you catch that smirk on her face? She doesn't know who she's dealing with." With a cunning smile, her dignity returned with a teasing twinkle in her eyes. "I'm a communications officer with *four* favorites, am I not?" There were three red faces and one with green ear tips. "Indeed." ********** There was a knock at the door that startled everyone. Uhura rose to answer it when Spock stopped her. "I believe that is my job Mistress." "Yes, you're right. Sorry, Mr. Spock." She looked at Kirk and said, "I don't believe this is going to be as easy as we thought." He placed a supportive hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Spock left the bedroom and walked across the Great Room to answer the door. Three tall, burly men stepped through and addressed him. "We are here to see the Ambassador." "What is it you wish to speak to her about?" "You must be her favorite. I am Tor. This is Vener and Dran. We are here to show your mistress' slaves around the service areas. Are they here?" "Yes, follow me." Spock led the men to a sitting area, then proceeded to the bedroom. The three men stood there confused as to why he brought them to this room. "Surely he does not want us to sit." "I heard these people's customs were strange. Do not let her catch you sitting, Vener, just to be safe." "Madam, three slaves are here to show your slaves the serviceable area of the palace." Spock informed her. Uhura and the others followed Spock to the nervous awaiting men, who bowed as she entered the room. "No harm is to come to my men. We are new here and our ways are different, so if they offend any of the women please inform them as much. I'll deal with them myself if I feel the situation warrants it." "Yes, Ambassador. Someone else will come for your favorite soon. We will be back by then, so you will not be left alone to do your own bidding." "Thank you. You may leave now." They bowed their heads and left the room with the three new slaves. *********** "I'm sorry I put you in an awkward position Spock." Spock looked at her with an unreadable expression with his hands clasped behind his back. He didn't blink or move a muscle, just stared at her. Someone who didn't know Spock would have contributed his silence to irritation or displeasure. Uhura sat there waiting for him to speak. She knew he wasn't angry; he was just working out some equation in his head that included her. "Why did you choose me?" Uhura quickly lowered her eyes avoiding Spock's searching ones. He hesitantly reached out, then with confidence, took her chin in his hand. He looked into her dark brown eyes searching. He noticed her temperature went up by a degree as her face darkened. There was a knock at the door. Spock held her eyes for five seconds more, then exited the room to answer. Two slaves of the Queen stood at the entrance. "Are you Spock? I'm sorry, Mr. Spock?" "Yes, I am." "My name is Tam and this is Kal. I am here to show you around to better serve your mistress. Kal will stay with her till we get back." Spock looked at Kal, studying his face. "I would rather wait until one of our own comes back. My mistress is... very particular of the men in her company." Uhura walked into the room to see whom Spock was speaking to. She noticed a minor change in his tone and pitch. Kal watched Uhura's graceful moves as she filled the room with her presence and spoke to Spock as he watched her. He took in her beauty from her toes to finally rest on her beautiful brown eyes. "I will treat her well Mr. Spock, one favorite to another." The look did not escape Spock. "You are a favorite? Of whom may I ask?" "I live here in the palace as one of the many favorites of the Queen herself." Spock looked at the tall muscular man with thick, dark wavy hair and golden eyes, then felt a twinge of.what? //The thought of having him here alone with the lieutenant.// Spock, having never experienced jealousy could not identify the 'feeling'. "I will come, but you will not, touch the Ambassador in any_way Kel." Kel looked at Spock and gave him an irritated but understanding nod. Spock turned and walked toward Uhura, placing a hand on her back as he led her towards the bedroom. She noticed the light touch and it sent a delicious shiver up her spine. "Lieutenant, Kel is one of many favorites of the Queen. If there are many, I am to assume he has not been intimate with her for quite some time. Watch yourself. Do you understand what I am saying, Lieutenant?" "Yes, Mr. Spock." He nodded, then left her to join Tam. ***************** Kel stood there in the Great Room hoping to get a glimpse of the beautiful young mistress. Uhura stood in her room wondering what to do next. Spock evidently didn't miss Kel's hungry look and neither did she. As she walked into the Great Room, Kel joined her with a few quick strides. "Is there something you require, my lady?" He added in a deep whisper, "Anything?" Uhura noticed how captivatingly handsome this man was and the growing hunger in his eyes. // It would be pleasurable to live here. // She then banished the thought. She didn't approve of slavery, but handsome willing males... // Stop it, Uhura! // "No, I do not require anything, thank you. You don't have to stay here. Is there something else you'd rather be doing right now, Kel?" A light shone in his eyes as he moved closer to Uhura. //Ooops, wrong choice of words. // She noticed his breathing getting heavier as he approached her. "I can think of something, my lady," he said in a sexy, seductive voice, stopping only inches away filling her with his arousing, musky scent. He put his hand on her back and slowly moved it down to her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her forward against him. A moan escaped her lips as Kel kissed her neck and his skillful hands traveled across her hips, up her waist, leaving a burning trail that has been untouched for so long. As his hands continued their trek they moved to cup her... // No, no this isn't right. // thought the dazed and heated Uhura. Breathing heavily, Uhura pushed hard against him, making him stumble, then fall. Trembling, she looked at the shocked, rejected man. At that moment, Spock walked into the room. Taking stock of the situation, he picked up the enormous man with ease and escorted him to the door. "Your services are not required here." He tossed the man with more force than he intended to and Kel almost ran into the returning Enterprise crew with flailing arms. The startled men entered the room looking from Uhura to Spock. She didn't make eye contact with them and quickly retreated to the bedroom. "What was that all about, Spock?" asked McCoy. Spock didn't answer as he stared at the bedroom door. His movements tense, he then followed Uhura into the bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he left the three men standing in the Great Room, speechless. "Well I'll be! What do you think that was all about, Jim?" "Hmm. I've never seen Spock act that way. He just about threw that man out the door," said Kirk. Looking at his two companions, he came to a conclusion. "Well, knowing our Mr. Spock, I guess the man was thrown out for logical reasons." ************ Spock found Uhura standing near the big picture window as the evening sun bathed her body with illuminating rays. He came and stood before her with his hands behind his back, and clamped down on the control he lost when he came back to the suite. Spock spoke authoritatively while trying to make eye contact with her. "What happened, Lieutenant?" Uhura wouldn't look at him. She was tempted, very tempted by Kel, only to fulfill her own wants. "Lieutenant, I asked you a question." "Nothing, Mr. Spock. Nothing happened." He stood there and noticed her uncomfortable stance. "Lieutenant, did Kel... touch you... inappropriately?" She swallowed hard. He heard it. She looked up at him. He looked down at her. She knew he was angry, but why? He deduced he was angry, why? // Why? // "Mr. Spock, he tried, but nothing happened." She could tell Spock relaxed without him moving a muscle or his expression. "Mr. Spock, I won't lie to you I..." Swallow. // Why do I feel as if I'm being unfaithful to him? // He moved a little closer. She looked up into his eyes as he softened his expression. Surprising even himself, he lightly caressed the side of her face. With a hint of baritone he said softly, "You were tempted, Nyota. I know. He is a perfect specimen and you would not be human if you were not attracted." That same tingling feeling came back full force, just as it did when he touched her back. They stood close enough to feel each other's breaths on their faces. She smelled the heat from his world; he smelled the sweet earth from hers. Spock felt a lump in his throat and tried to speak around it, whispering. "I would be most appreciative if you would not let it happen again." Slowly he lowered his head as she raised her chin. Both closed their eyes, their lips millimeters apart. "Spock, what are you doing in there? What happened with that guy you threw out of here?" McCoy was speaking through the closed and locked door, very annoyed at the mystery. They both looked at the door simultaneously, then blushingly back at each other. Spock crossed the room to open the door before McCoy's behavior became more erratic. "Well it's about time. What happened? Uhura? Uhura are you all right? What did you do to her, Spock?" McCoy noticed a shaken Uhura and started his examination. "Hmm, her heart rate is racing and she's flushed." Uhura and Spock stared at each other despite McCoy's tantrums. "I did nothing, Doctor. The Queen gave the lieutenant a transient *favorite* to replace me while I inevitably learned all I could to alleviate any burdens or menial tasks from my *mistress*. When I walked in I found the man had recently come into contact with the floor forcibly. I assumed his behavior was merely intolerable by the lieutenant (which I was correct) and I threw him out." "That Cossack!!" snarled Chekov. Concerned, Kirk walked to Uhura, assuming her frazzled state was due to Kel's advances. "Are you alright, Lieutenant?" "Yes, Captain, I'm fine. I just won't accept any more temporaries." Knowing that she doesn't like to complain, he gave her a skeptical look, wondering if she was being truthful. Looking at Spock, Uhura said, "Honestly Captain, he never touched me." Kirk looked to his first officer for reassurance and Spock assured his friend he would not leave her alone again. "Well, it's dinner time and we slaves get to eat with the rest of the slaves. You two however, get to enjoy your dinner in luxury, here. The servants will be up soon. Enjoy." Kirk and Spock spoke volumes in one glance and Spock slightly bowed his head in acknowledgement. The three men left the suite leaving Spock and Uhura alone again. *************** Leading Uhura to a chair he brushed the top of her hand with his fingers. // This can't be happening. Spock is holding my hand? // Taking a seat directly across from her, Spock bequeathed certain information he learned to his new Mistress. "Uhura, I have learned all the duties of a favorite from Tam. I am to do just about everything for you except breathe. That may include getting into the tub and bathing you among other... things, while you hold your meetings. Uhura? Nyota!" Uhura looked at Spock as if he had lost all sense of reasoning. Ostentatious, intimate behavior stayed behind closed doors in Uhura's book. The Tavian's life style was becoming more intolerable by the minute, particularly the tub meetings. She couldn't imagine having to bathe with Spock. (Well, she could, but wouldn't) //What if they decided they wanted to trade favorites? I'm sure everyone would want to go after mine. Hmm No Way. // Then her eyes flashed at Spock. "Spock, surely Star Fleet does not expect us to prostitute ourselves, and don't give me that, 'good for the many' line either. I won't do it. Everyone onboard the Enterprise will know. You know how gossip flies through the grape vine. The next thing you know, everyone will be congratulating me on the birth of your child that we have hidden somewhere on the ship." Spock tilted his head trying to determine if she was angry with him. Her attitude was not amicable and he decided she was perturbed about his enlightening information. Let's not forget the inevitable, inaccurate account of what gossip would reveal. "Agreed. Therefore, I have a solution to alleviate our situation." Uhura's anger dissipated. Spock was the smartest person she knew and was confident he could find a logical approach to solving their dilemma. He was pleased to see that her anger was gone. Although he was not the cause of, he did not wish to experience her wrath personally. She looked at him, waiting patiently for his very properly ordered thoughts to form into words. After he offered her the solution to their problem, her surroundings began to spin out of control. She sat there, trying to focus on one Spock out of the four she suddenly saw before her. He reached out to steady her as she swayed a bit. She used his firm grip to balance her unsteady world. Concern was written all over his face as he contemplated summoning McCoy. "Mr. Spock, could you repeat what you just said?" Noticing her stabled condition, Spock's expression softened. "Marry me. Bond with me." "That's what I thought you said." She looked into his captivating eyes and saw that he was serious. "I want to marry someday, Mr. Spock, but not in name only or for convenience. I want to marry for love. Do you understand?" "May I touch your thoughts?" Clearing her throat nervously at the abrupt request, she consented with a nod. He brushed his fingers lightly against her face, stopping at her contact points. Slowly he entered her mind and found it odd that he was able to access it so easily. // We are very compatible. // He revealed certain thoughts to her, thoughts he couldn't say out loud as a Vulcan. Spock opened the doors of her mind and wanted to explore every corner of her rooms, but he was on a mission, so he pushed on. There was one door left. Regardless of the depth, he penetrated deeply to get to it. It was locked, forbidding entry. He felt her hesitation. // Trust me Nyota, trust me // She relaxed and slowly the door opened through his guidance. He found what he knew was there all along, revealing its contents to her. He slowly withdrew from her mind to find her watching him. After a moment of silence she spoke. "You love me!" "I would not prefer to say those words." "But you do, I saw it." With a slightly lifted brow Spock said, "Indeed." She blushed under Spocks penetrating gaze, knowing he wanted her to say what he found hidden in her own mind. "And... I love you too, Spock" "I know. That is why you chose me as your favorite." He inherited his father's teasing nature and decided to use it to his advantage. "I wonder what the Enterprise grape vine would say if they knew I was a victim of your secret fantasy while on this female- dominated world." Returning his teasing stare, Uhura said, "The females would repeat an old earth adage, 'You go girl.' The tips of Spock's ears turned a darker shade of green. Looking at her seriously again, Spock reached out to caress her face, his voice suddenly tender. "These are the thoughts on which I base my proposal. Our visit to this planet has been to our advantage, Nyota by allowing us to be honest with each other. Please say yes." "It's very sudden, Spock." "It has been two years, eight months and three days. We have wasted enough time." Spock stood, pulling Uhura to her feet. He would not let go of her hand as he looked into her eyes. //Are her lips as soft as they look? How would it feel to have them touching mine. // //What a gorgeous, magnificent Vulcan. He could be mine, those lips could be mine.// He whispered authoritivly, mixed with pleading. "Say yes." "Spock!" "Say yes." "Spock I..!" "Please say yes." "Yes." He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her closer. She met his dark seductive eyes with her own. Slowly he lowered his head, meeting soft lips that were parted, waiting for him. He gave her a deep passionate kiss that initiated their bonding. Suddenly Uhura wasn't just Uhura anymore. They experienced what the other was experiencing, along with their growing desires. Spock broke off the kiss reluctantly and placed his fingers at her contact points, slipping easily into her mind that was ready to accept him. Each said in unison, //Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched.// The bonding was complete. ********************** "Good-bye, Ambassador Uhura. You are a hard negotiator and I hope to meet you again in the future. Go in peace with our agreement and your men." She eyed Spock as she said that last bit. "Thank you, your Majesty. I am sure the Federation will be well satisfied with our agreement. Again, I am sorry I injured you in the arena." "No apologies Uhura." said the Queen through swollen lips and eyes. "You saw a threat to losing your man and accepted my challenge. Anyone as small as you that could beat me at my own game, deserves the mineral rights and the man." Uhura bowed her head and accepted a firm shake from the Queen who tried to steal her husband. She had to use her left hand because Uhura had broken her right one. The Queen and her entourage left the Enterprise crew at their beam- down point and headed for home. "I believe the Federation will find this form of Ambassadorship arbitrarily unconventional, my wife," said Spock as he held out two fingers, continuing the conversation through their bond. Kirk looked at the two and smiled. Everyone on the Enterprise will be satisfied and relieved that these two *finally* found each other. Everyone saw the match except them and Christine. End NewMessage: