"Oh, come on, what do you see in him that you don't see in me?"

"Modesty, for start", answered Uhura, "Kindness, politeness – you must have no idea what I am talking about". At least this time she didn't roll her eyes when Jim started talking; he saw it as a sign of a significant improvement in their relationship.

"I am all of those things" – and when she raised an eyebrow, he corrected himself – "well, maybe most of them. And yet, I am the captain!"

"A mistake I hope will be corrected as soon as possible."

Jim frowned.

"Is he bothering you?" Spock entered the room, as if Uhura could summon him.

"Nothing I'm not used to," she said and leaned toward him for a quick pack on the lips. Jim knew she done it on purpose; Spock hated any display of public affection.

A moment later she was gone, leaving Spock and Jim in an awkward silence.

"Remind me how you two met?"

"There is no need to remind, as for I never discussed this matter with you."

Jim raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I give up – I don't know which one of you is more difficult. I can never get a simple answer from neither of you", he sighed.

He turned to exit the room when he heard Spock. "I was the substitute teacher in her linguistic course."

"But she is so energetic and fun, while you are –"

Spock looked amused, with something that looks almost like a smile at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, captain, enlighten me; what am I?"

"So Vulcan, dammit!"

"I believe I am Vulcan."

Now Jim was sure Spock is mocking him. Again. He sighed once more, expressing his displeasure. Pointy-eared bastard.

"Maybe," Spock added as Jim turned back to the door, "I have more than what meets the eye."

"You are still annoying as hell," Jim said and left.