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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW After Thoughts TOS K/S/U PG-13 1/1
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Title: After Thoughts 
Author: Bandicca 
Contact: Bandicca@aol.com
Series: TOS 
Date: 2/11/04
Part: 1/1
Rating: pg-13
Codes: K/S/U
Feedback:  It would be greatly appreciated.  
Archive: Sure 
Disclaimer:  I do not own Star Trek and do not intend to profit in 
any way from this story.
Summary: A brief moment of contact opens up new possibilities between 

Conscious thought proceeded physical movement as it sometimes does 
and Uhura lay on the deck slowly cognizant of the myriad aches her 
body was experiencing and an oddly skewed view of the bridge. 

"What am I doing laying here?"  She thought, but was too sluggish to 
answer her own question.  Then it came to her "we were hit."

No that wasn't quite right either.  All she did know, all she could 
remember was that the impact had been swift and hard and she had been 
thrown so far from her post that she was now laying by the turbo lift 
doors.  That would explain her view and the pain.  She looked up 
briefly and shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.  That was a 
mistake, if anything it caused her vision to blur for a moment and 
she let it drop back to the floor, as controlled chaos ensued all 
around her.  Everyone else on the bridge was coming to slowly, some 
resuming their positions, others checking their instruments without 
apparent concern for their physical state.  She heard Kirk's voice, 
sharp and short demanding a report of the situation.  It seemed all 
systems were operational and any detectable damage minimal.

All of this information sifted through her mind bit by bit, slowly 
she contemplated moving, felt she could but her brain and body were 
not yet coordinated.  Abruptly  a voice that should have been sharp 
with alarm yet was calm and even, goaded from her current state  "Lt 
are you alright?"

Spock, it was Spock.  She wanted to answer but for a moment was too 
confused to do so and then she made the effort.  However, before she 
could fully rouse herself, he was there in sure swift steps.  Strong 
Vulcan hands grasped her firmly beneath her arms and lifted her up 
half carrying, half walking her to her post.

Her mind was still a bit hazy and she wanted to protest that she 
needed no help, yet she continued to allow him to guide her back to 
her seat.  

"He is so strong," she thought abstractly, to have lifted her so 
easily.  She felt both the heat and gentleness in those strong hands 
now touching her and a visual image she knew she should have been 
ashamed of came to mind along with the thought, "I've always wondered 
what it would be like to have him touch me."  Then laughed silently 
and chastised herself for such an unprofessional observation at so 
critical a time, then realized no one would know.  Illicit though it 
was, the image was a pleasing one and she further indulged herself in 
it, which caused her to stumble briefly, when another pair of hands 
grasped her firmly, and helped guide her.  It was the captain, one 
hand on her elbow the other holding her hand leading her on.  She 
wanted to protest tell him that she needed no help, was in very good 
hands already and laughed silently again at her intentional pun when 
a thought not her own whispered through her mind.  


//Thank you Lieutenant but you needn't be so concerned.  I assure you 
the pleasure is mine as well.//


She knew that voice deep, smooth, soothing, and infinitely warmer 
than when spoken aloud.  It belonged to the first officer and it 
washed through her like a cleansing rain.  She would have stumbled 
again, but was so surprised that she stopped moving completely, 
forcing both men to halt as well.  She glanced briefly at Spock, but 
his face was set along its usual lines, immobile, impassive, 
unreadable.


She was to stunned to fully appreciate his response, all she could 
think was,
"I can hear him, she thought in wonder.  How is that possible?"  Then 
another thought struck her.  "If I can hear him, can he hear me?"  
When he had lifted her off the deck, she had welcomed his touch and 
the less than chaste image that had accompanied it.  The recollection 
of her first reaction brought the image back full blown causing her 
to blush and slump, this time in dismay.  Both men tightened their 
grip as if she would fall.  She was mortified and tried 
unsuccessfully to hide her inner face, was not sure how, and realized 
it was pointless to do so. 

This time his inner voice was colored with a hint of amusement 
accompanied by an unmistakable visual image that was far more 
explicit and detailed than the one she had had.

 //Do not be distressed Lt. at times the sentiment is quite mutual//  

"I can't believe it she thought utterly shocked.  She looked up at 
him in wonder.  

//You can hear me.  You can really hear me.  How can that be?//

 Without realizing it, she addressed him through the unexplainable 
yet now obvious link.  Had slipped into doing so quite naturally and 
was poised to receive an answer, but when it came it wasn't Spock's 
voice.

//If I can hear you then I'm sure he certainly can.  .//

Another voice had joined the two in her head.  This one clipped 
urgent, tinged with mild surprise and a certain degree of glee.  
Superimposed over the question of why and how they were able to 
communicate in such a manner.  For all that, it was also filled with 
unmistakable authority.  The Captain.  How she could feel more 
emotion in a voice she could not "hear" she did not know but it was 
there.  He was there a well.  It then occurred to her that her mind 
was now sharp and clear and had been since she had first heard 
Spock's voice.

//I cannot hypothesize without further investigation, but my first 
inclination would be to attribute it to the last energy wave we 
experienced//

The three of them stood there immobile as the sounds of the crew 
moving about and reporting in faded imperceptibly into muted 
background noise.  She realized she could feel excitement from Kirk 
and quiet patience and subtle amusement from Spock.  She turned to 
the captain to find him regarding her intently the ghost of a smile 
on his lips.  He glanced briefly at Spock nodded slowly then turned 
his attention back to her.  Her mind swirled, but was accepting as he 
focused all of his attention on her and a rush of emotion from him 
spilled into her unshielded mind.  Jumbled images, memories, random 
thoughts and amidst it all one single thought rose clear and sharp.  
Hers!  He had immersed himself in her unspoken passion and curiosity, 
wished to see it fulfilled and to share in it.  All of this was 
expressed clearly by him, directed at her and Spock.

So, she wasn't the only one with inappropriate thoughts at critical 
moments.  Slowly a smile spread across her face.  She regarded him 
with surprise and then looked at Spock.  His gaze flickered from Kirk 
then back to her never changing.  To look at him you would never know 
what he was thinking.  Nevertheless, she did know as he allowed her 
to see in the corners of her mind his mental smile and promise of 
later fulfillment.  The image was captivating and she couldn't help 
but become excited at the prospect.

The mood was broken abruptly, as Kirk projected the urgency of their 
present situation.  There would be time later to answer all the 
questions they each knew the others were longing to know.

They nodded their heads in tacit agreement; this was so much more 
efficient than speech and slowly moved away from each other.  As they 
moved away from each other their thoughts stretched and lengthened 
until they were no longer in contact, and then popped softly as a 
thread pulled taut.  Uhura was once again in her own mind, all 
thoughts her own with none others to share the same space.  She 
thought she would feel free, instead she felt bereft, empty already 
missing that which was a few moments ago was so new, but already so 
comforting.  She felt she could have stayed in private communication 
with them forever.

The entire exchange had lasted only seconds but she privately savored 
the last thoughts that both men had sent her.  Right now, there was a 
mission to be completed.  They had to find out how that last wave had 
affected the ship and what had caused such a violent collision.  
Later when the crisis was over there would be time to explore their 
minds in conjunction with their bodies it seemed the possibilities 
were endless.

The End



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