Don't Lose Your Compas, Chapter 1/20
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teaoliTitle: Don’t Lose Your Compass: Don’t Lose Your Compass
Author: TeaOli
Characters/Pairings: Spock/Uhura, McCoy, Kirk, Enterprise crew, Sarek, OCs
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Lots of silliness and OOC behavior, set to songs and lyrics from My Fair Lady.
Summary: M’Umbha wants to give her daughter the wedding of her dreams. Too bad Lt. Uhura is too engaged in her latest project to pay much attention to her wedding. Spock steps up to fill her shoes.
A/N: Finally posting this on lj because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
philotic_net (that genius girl!) drew some wonderful pics for this fic! (Which will be posted soon.)
“What have you done to my daughter?” Quickly, M’Umbha Uhura glanced down and waved her hands in front of her body then rooted around on her desk. “No, mwana. Do not bother answering that question. This is her father’s doing.”
She made a small sound of frustration before speaking further.
“Tell me she did not reject this one. Even I am running out of ideas, child” she said. “And we are running out of time.”
“Yes,” said Spock. “I have reminded her that time to confirm our plans – more importantly, your time to implement them – is rapidly diminishing. She continues to assert that ‘everything will be fine.’”
M’Umbha barked out a laugh.
“Well, that does sound like our Nyota, at least,” she said, still chuckling around her words. “At least she’s not so far gone as to be unrecognizable.”
From his quarters on the Enterprise, Spock studied his betrothed’s mother. The quick, and seemingly drastic, change in her emotions was something he saw echoed in her daughter. Recognition spread warmth somewhere around his belly. He’d gained a lot of experience with the sensation since M’Umbha had made herself directly a part of his life, so he didn’t stop to examine it this time around.
“Many on the ship are sharing unverified accounts that suggest your daughter and I have undergone a partial personality exchange,” he told her. Only his slow blink and tilted head marred the perfectly neutral set of his features. “Have you also noticed such a change in either of us?”
“Spock, I believe the word you are looking for is ‘gossip’,” she told him, sputtering with more laughter. “You meant to say the crew are gossiping about you and Nyota.”
“I am aware of the word, Mama,” Spock said. “However, I have observed that you find me considerably more amusing when I speak with unnecessary verbosity. And since I noticed, moments ago, a significant release of tension in your body when you engaged in laugher at your daughter’s expense, I thought to provide you with an additional source of amusement.
“After all, ma’am, if you continue to ‘work yourself into the ground’ I will be the only one planning this wedding.”
Chapter Two
Author: TeaOli
Characters/Pairings: Spock/Uhura, McCoy, Kirk, Enterprise crew, Sarek, OCs
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Lots of silliness and OOC behavior, set to songs and lyrics from My Fair Lady.
Summary: M’Umbha wants to give her daughter the wedding of her dreams. Too bad Lt. Uhura is too engaged in her latest project to pay much attention to her wedding. Spock steps up to fill her shoes.
A/N: Finally posting this on lj because
philotic_net (that genius girl!) drew some wonderful pics for this fic! (Which will be posted soon.)“What have you done to my daughter?” Quickly, M’Umbha Uhura glanced down and waved her hands in front of her body then rooted around on her desk. “No, mwana. Do not bother answering that question. This is her father’s doing.”
She made a small sound of frustration before speaking further.
“Tell me she did not reject this one. Even I am running out of ideas, child” she said. “And we are running out of time.”
“Yes,” said Spock. “I have reminded her that time to confirm our plans – more importantly, your time to implement them – is rapidly diminishing. She continues to assert that ‘everything will be fine.’”
M’Umbha barked out a laugh.
“Well, that does sound like our Nyota, at least,” she said, still chuckling around her words. “At least she’s not so far gone as to be unrecognizable.”
From his quarters on the Enterprise, Spock studied his betrothed’s mother. The quick, and seemingly drastic, change in her emotions was something he saw echoed in her daughter. Recognition spread warmth somewhere around his belly. He’d gained a lot of experience with the sensation since M’Umbha had made herself directly a part of his life, so he didn’t stop to examine it this time around.
“Many on the ship are sharing unverified accounts that suggest your daughter and I have undergone a partial personality exchange,” he told her. Only his slow blink and tilted head marred the perfectly neutral set of his features. “Have you also noticed such a change in either of us?”
“Spock, I believe the word you are looking for is ‘gossip’,” she told him, sputtering with more laughter. “You meant to say the crew are gossiping about you and Nyota.”
“I am aware of the word, Mama,” Spock said. “However, I have observed that you find me considerably more amusing when I speak with unnecessary verbosity. And since I noticed, moments ago, a significant release of tension in your body when you engaged in laugher at your daughter’s expense, I thought to provide you with an additional source of amusement.
“After all, ma’am, if you continue to ‘work yourself into the ground’ I will be the only one planning this wedding.”
Chapter Two
