Author's Note: I would like to extend a Thank you to the women at Writer's Anonymous and the STCC Writer's Guild. To everyone who read and reviewed, thank you very much. I am working on the last chapter of "The Women He Loved" and it should be updated...soon. There's also a new work coming "Alekhine's Gun" which will be my attempt at a Sarek/ Amanda fic.
"That Which is Perfect is Come"
Uhura had spent two weeks in sickbay recovering from her illness, and everyday Spock, Doctor McCoy and the Captain were there standing vigil.
They were never there all at once, lest one seem partial to the child, but still they were there.
The Captain came in the mornings, before his shift and would sit a while by the baby. Sometimes she would awaken and greet him with the blinking of her eyes and would grab hold of his finger when he extended it. She didn't cry now when he was near her, and he was relieved. For awhile he felt, maybe illogically, that she did not like him.
Doctor McCoy ran the sickbay, and was there during the day. He pretended to not pay attention to the baby in the corner, however his staff would catch him every so often venturing over to the incubator. Some would even say they saw the craggy doctor smile at her.
The babe would at times, smile back.
But it was only at the end of the day, when Spock arrived, when she became truly animated. He would enter in his usual stance, give a nod of acknowledgment to the staff, then proceed to walk over to the incubator.
He did not touch the child, but simply observed her. When she was asleep, she would sigh a bit, and roll over in his direction. However, when she was awake, she would smile, and coo at him and attempt to reach out to him.
He would often cock his head to the side. And though he never smiled, it seemed as if he understood the babe perfectly.
Of course, Nurse Chapel saw all these things. As Head Nurse, most of the direct care of the Lieutenant had fallen to her.
As she went about her duties she would often see each of the command staff at various points come in and out of sickbay, and she would smile to herself as she gave them space.
Three men and a baby. That's exactly what they were.
She chuckled to herself as she moved across the bay and away from the incubator, where their Chief Science Officer stood.
Lieutenant Uhura had them all wrapped around her little finger- whether she knew it or not.
It was her seventh week of being in an infantile state when she was allowed to come back to Spock's quarters.
He once again walked down the halls of the Enterprise, the child cradled in the crook of his arm.
She had grown a bit, and gained some weight and for that he was grateful. Her previously healthy glow had returned and she proved to be quite lively as well.
Apparently, the child was happy to be out of sickbay- for that he could not fault her, as he was not particularly fond of Doctor McCoy's medical facilities either.
Prior to taking Nyota out of sickbay the good doctor had remarked her growth was a sign that she would soon return to her regular self.
He found the news both a relief and a disappointment.
Walking into his quarters he proceeded to prepare the child for slumber. Her formula was exact- and he measured it accordingly.
She had been bathed and changed by Nurse Chapel and was already in her slumbering attire- to his great relief.
He briefly lay the child on his bed while he moved to warm the formula. While it was heating he lit the fire pot, allowing the glow from the flame to flicker throughout the room.
While most humans preferred bright light, he was most comfortable in muted hues.
He walked back to the bed looking down.
She was now four months old, and the signs of her adult personality were beginning to emerge.
She could sit up, something he was eternally grateful for. And she could also babble.
Though he did not speak her language, he could judge from the sounds of her voice that she was pleased.
And it pleased him.
She seemed quite comfortable in his bed, and after her feeding, she rolled over and looked up at him with sleepy eyes. She reached a little hand to his and he gave in and allowed her to grab hold of his finger.
In the seven weeks she had been in this state the infant had become strongly attached to him. He had resisted her affections at first- thinking himself completely inept at the task of caring for human young.
However she had...made an impression on him.
Truth be told...Spock was…exhausted. He had a new appreciation for parents- and vowed to never himself become one.
He proceeded to lay opposite the child, watching her little body heave up and down evenly as she finally fell asleep.
Now in the space and quiet, he had time to contemplate of the small life before him that was little Miss Uhura.
It had been the Lieutenant who had befriended him. It was she who he had mentored and enlightened- the first person to show genuine interest in Vulcan culture- not as a novelty, but with a genuine desire to learn.
It was this tiny infant...who...as an adult he had assisted, when the probe Nomad had stolen her mind from her, taking with it the knowledge he had worked with her daily to help her re-learn.
This same infant sang to him as a woman- one of the few who was not intimidated by him and showed him human kindness and affection.
The same woman he tended to pick up when she was tossed about the ship- he was there to catch her when she fell…
And now, as he began to recall their moments together he found himself newly-enlightened...this tiny baby with thick curls and big brown eyes, was the same woman that he called friend.
He leaned down close to her and whispered into her ear...
The baby made a wispy sigh, but otherwise did not move and Spock rose and resigned himself to meditate for the evening...making sure to keep an ear out for any signs of distress...
His eyes opened at 0400 hours- well past Nyota's feeding time.
He had not heard any sounds and was instantly up and moving quickly towards the bed chamber in which she slept.
Upon entering however, he stopped. His mind registered shock that he quickly worked to contain.
Instead of the little infant he had left there the night before, fast asleep in his bed was a full adult woman.
A head full of thick black hair spilled out around his immaculate white sheets...surrounding a lovely brown face like a halo.
The soft white the fabric of his sheets now graced and teased the outline of sensuous curves and crests… barely covering her most intimate parts.
Her breasts heaved, barely covered…
And she was still asleep.
Spock quickly turned and exited...somewhat abashed to have witnessed her in such an unclothed state.
The baby he knew was no longer...and he would have to reconcile the infant he had tended...with the woman now gracing his bed.
9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. 11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.