He never thought he would fall for a prostitute. AU, Spock/Uhura.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, the good Mr. Roddenberry does.

Warnings: Rated Teen for sexuality, language, and violence. I will eventually change the rating to Mature.



He never thought he would fall for a prostitute, but to be fair, the first time Spock saw her, she was in a bookstore. It wasn't exactly where he expected to meet someone with a scandalous job such as hers. Upon looking at her for the first time, he could not guess her profession. He could tell that she was a bit flirtatious, friendly, and charming, but the half-Vulcan didn't think she was promiscuous at all. He could still recall this particular memory clear in his mind, as if it had happened hours before instead of weeks.

It was a beautiful spring day in San Francisco. The school year was almost over and finals were right around the corner. It was one of the last weekends Spock would have to be meticulously grading papers. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was relieved. For the most part, his students had been merely satisfactory and nothing more. Every once in a while, he would get that one interesting student, but alas, this term he had met no such student.

Spock strolled down one of the city's older, less crowded streets. It had been decorated with quaint little shops here and there, some restaurants, and a few apartment buildings. Finally, something caught his eye. A tiny bookstore, wedged in between a candy shop and a boutique that sold stylish jewelry and other secular items that held no importance to him. The bookstore had snagged his attention, simply because it was probably one of the only ones in San Francisco, if not the only one.

The half-Vulcan pulled the door open and a tiny, dinging sound was heard. He studied his new surroundings with interest. Bookshelves had been sporadically placed all around the room: tall ones, short ones, wide ones, narrow ones, and many more. At least, Spock noted, there were signs above each shelf, indicating the genre its contents held. He saw a staircase in the distance leading to the back of the store.

Spock's eyebrow rose as he caught sight of a sign that read: "Vulcan" and instantly sought out the corresponding bookcase. With pleasure concealed behind dark eyes, he began to scour through each and every title.

He was concentrating so hard on reading titles that he didn't even realize anyone else was in the bookstore until he heard foreign voices growing nearer. The male stiffened, straining to hear what they were saying. One of the voices was familiar to him, a student perhaps? But the other wasn't. And it didn't help that they were speaking in another language. It sounded like Orion…

"Commander Spock?" A shocked voice broke him out of his reverie. Spock turned around, only to see two females before him. He noted the green skin, the red hair. Gaila, one of his students from the beginning of the year… she was rather intelligent and motivated, a promising student.

"Yes?" Spock raised an eyebrow, not expecting to see anyone he recognized. While he had been surprised to see Gaila in a bookstore that was so far away from campus, it was her companion that nearly caused him to widen his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was that she was clearly human and had been speaking Orion with such eloquence that he had assumed just by hearing her voice that she was Orion. She was dressed in an orange, short-sleeved shirt and plain jeans, a bit tight, just enough to show off her curves. Her dark complexion contrasted with the bright color on her shirt. She wore her hair up in a high ponytail and the tresses reached the middle of her back. But her smile, her smile was the most welcoming gesture he had seen in a while.

"So you're Commander Spock. I've heard about you." The female raised her brown eyes to look directly into his. There was a faint twinkle in her eyes.

"Nyota I swear-" Gaila interrupted herself, biting her lip. She better not get me in trouble… But she knew attraction when she saw it and the Orion girl could tell that there was a connection between the two of them. Of course, it could never be.

Nyota… Nyota was her name. It was an exquisite name. Spock took in her soft facial features once more before he spoke. "What exactly have you heard?"

"Well, before I begin, I'm Nyota Uhura." The girl chuckled, leaning against the nearby bookcase. "And I've heard from quite a couple cadets that you are a difficult teacher, a hard grader, and your exams are near impossible to pass." Gaila, smirking slightly, went over to the Orion section… partially because she wanted them to be alone and partially because she didn't want the Commander to think that she had said those things. Nyota always managed to grab attention, like she, but a Vulcan? Remarkable!

"And you are not a cadet yourself, Ms. Uhura?" Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Me? Nope. Starfleet's not for me." Uhura shrugged nonchalantly.

"You speak Orion very well." Spock pointed out. "If you did not learn the language in the academy, where did you acquire such knowledge?"

"I taught myself." Uhura replied, feeling her cheeks grow warmer. He had complemented her… well actually he was stating a fact, but still. "But there's only so much you can learn by yourself. I had Gaila help me perfect my accent, learn most of Orion's idioms, and master the idiosyncrasies of the language itself. So… now I'm fluent in Orion."

"Interesting. Your intellect surpasses many of those I have taught… and yet you are not a student. How then, did you meet Gaila?" Spock wanted to know more about her. He couldn't calm his curiosity. It was quite odd. Why was he so fascinated with her?

"We work together at a club." Uhura smiled cryptically. "She works part-time, serving drinks, taking orders from customers, you know." Spock didn't respond; he just stared at her. "And I, I dance."

A dancer? A girl her age, fluent in Orion... was a dancer? Something wasn't right. She was clearly gifted; she was most definitely Starfleet material. So why was she working in some club? Spock inwardly frowned. He could tell she wasn't being completely honest with him. But who was he to say anything? She had to have her reasons.

"I see." Spock clasped his hands behind his back, wondering why he hadn't done so sooner. He blamed his behavior on the fatigue; it was the end of the semester. Or at least that was what he was going to tell himself, considering he didn't get tired easily.

"Nyota, I found that Klingon book you were looking for!!" It was as if Gaila knew how awkward things were becoming. The redhead had shouted loudly from the middle of the bookstore.

"Klingon?" Spock questioned expectantly, glad for the change of subject.

"My seventh language." Uhura flashed a grin at him. "I just started on it a few days ago. It took me quite a while to conquer my last language and I wanted to give myself a little break before I started again." Spock said nothing in return and the girl began sauntering towards her friend.

"What language was that?" Spock found himself asking. He was asking too many questions. It was unlike him. At this rate, he would have to meditate for a few extra hours.

She turned around, a coy smirk on her face. "Vulcan." Was all she said, winking once at him and walking away, her ponytail waving back and forth. He knew she had reached Gaila when he distinctly heard Orion yet again. He stood there for a moment, transfixed.

Spock shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. He had behaved in a manner most unlike himself. There was no reason for him to engage in such a conversation with a female he hardly knew. The half-Vulcan left the bookstore a few moments later without looking back. If he had, he would have seen that Uhura was watching him walk away until he left her field of vision. Meditation indeed.

"What time are you working?" Uhura turned to her companion now that she couldn't see the Commander anymore. They had switched to English as soon as he left, giggling like the little mischievous girls they were.

"Umm… seven I think. You?" Gaila shook her head, bursting into giggles once more. "I still can't believe it! I've never seen him that interested in anyone before! How do you do it?!?"

"I… I don't know. I wasn't even trying… I was just talking to him." Uhura smiled, recalling their conversation in her head.

"So you weren't trying to seduce him?" Gaila threw an arm around Uhura's shoulders and pulled the girl closer, her tone teasing and light.

"No, I wasn't… and that's what scares me." Uhura's voice grew quiet. "I was just being myself for once. I wasn't putting on a show, I didn't have any ulterior motives… I was just talking. It was the first real conversation I've had with a man in a long time…"

"Nyota…" Gaila let out a sigh, gently rubbing the girl's back. "I know you don't want to hear it, but the reason why men are so attracted to you is because you're amazing. You're not typical, you're not normal… you just draw people to you. You're the best at what you do is because no man that ever walks into the club thinks that he has any chance of getting with you. They take one look at you and they think, she's got class, she's sophisticated, she's gorgeous, and she's definitely way out of my league."

"I've got class?" Uhura repeated disdainfully. "I'm a prostitute, Gaila, don't sugarcoat it; don't make me sound better than I am."

"I'm telling the truth! Even the first time I saw you, I couldn't believe it! And the second time!" Gaila protested stubbornly, making Uhura roll her eyes. "So he saw the real you, just like everyone else does! And that's why he liked you!" Uhura blushed in spite of her annoyance. The thought of the half-Vulcan liking her was impossible at best.

"I told him I was a dancer." Uhura admitted guiltily, avoiding the alien's eyes.

"Well… you do dance." Gaila leaned over and gave her friend a kiss on the cheek. "Now I'm sure you have to get ready. There'll be plenty of restless cadets tonight, I'm sure of it. You'll be dealing with some young blood."

"Yeah, you're right." Uhura frowned. "What book was I going to get again?"

"Oh, you're so scatterbrained… okay, never mind… you aren't scatterbrained at all. I must say, if he's had this much of an effect on you, I wonder how you've affected him." Gaila wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "I'll buy the book and bring it to work. You go on now! Go beautify yourself!"

"Ok." Uhura shook her head, grinning at her friend. "I'll see you tonight, Gaila. And thanks!" And with that, the dark-haired teen ran out of the store, a faint dinging noise echoing in her ear as she dashed down the street.

I'll probably never see him again. Uhura thought to herself as she hurried along. It was true… he was a teacher at Starfleet… and what was she compared to him? Their worlds had collided, but they would inevitably separate, never to crash again. The sun was beginning to set and she needed to shower, do her hair, her makeup, and she hadn't even picked out an outfit. She planned on eating a hearty dinner, too. Time was certainly not her friend. Oh… the glorious life of a harlot. What Nyota Uhura didn't know was that she would see Spock again and just as she hadn't forgotten him, he hadn't forgotten her.

Haha, so that's it for now. I'd love to hear your opinions, so please let me know what you thought of it! Oh and if you found any mistakes, please tell me! Since this was only the prologue, it was somewhat short. The actual chapters will be longer! :)