fic: In Search of a Word

[filenotch]

Title: In Search of a Word
Fandom: Trek Reboot
Pairing: Spock and Uhura
Rating: PG
Summary: Written for my winning bidder unflexible in help_haiti. I like the idea of Spock and Uhura together. This is my take on how it might have started. Many thanks to tesserae_ for the lightening beta.

Comments

[unflexible]

I love it! Especially the last line -- "she can feel as much as hear him say, 'For the hope of you.'" This is just lovely. And I notice you were able to throw my annoying Krik in there. I admire Uhura's desire to punch him.

(sorry my comment was delayed -- I have a sick eight-year-old at home, leaving me short on time and brain cells...)

[filenotch]

Oh, good. I was worried the silence had more to do with the "if you can't say anything nice" rule.

Thanks for giving me the impetus to write it.

[hateya_habiba]

This is beautifully written with love, compassion and overt intelligence. I appreciate how they came together without gratuitous drama and it was especially fulfilling that Spock made the first move. Thank you for assisting Haiti and for sharing this story with us.

[filenotch]

Thank you. I have always loved Spock and Uhura as characters. When the movie showed they were together, it just made sense. And unlike humans, Spock would never get into an emotional relationship through drama, IMnvHO.

[hateya_habiba]

I hope you don't mind me chatting a bit more. In Search of a Word is now my personal canon for how these two got together. It's so magnificent I'm dumping my own version. I am not joking.

Spock would never get into an emotional relationship through drama

I have loved Spock since birth for this reason.

In addition, thank you so much for not making Nyota act a fool upon learning about Spock's betrothal to T'Pring. The world will not change so drastically in 200 years and I am always appreciative when someone makes an effort to realize that she will understand this situation, even if it hurts.

Breaking it has... political as well as personal ramifications."

This is the ULTIMATE WIN!!! I look forward to reading more of your work! I feel as if thanking you simply isn't enough.

[filenotch]

Thank you doesn't seem like enough from me, either, because it's so very gratifying to have a story work that well for someone, especially when you take the time to think and comment about it

[kayekaye1]

That was beautiful. I loved their slow way of learning one another. Thank you for sharing this.

[filenotch]

Thank you. It started with the impression of music, and I had to backtrack from there.

[shighola]

This is beautiful. Lyrical and poetic, it's not so much telling the story of Spock and Nyota but giving us moments of feeling between the two and their struggle to know one another.

The first notes are wind in the desert, pebbles falling down a slope. The note lines are different from Western music, with more of the semi-tones of songs from her native Swahili, mixed with the glottal stops of Bantu. The rhythm is sinuous and builds, notes intertwining in complexities like the music from her home.

It is not one piece of music that stops. He improvises and shifts the rhythm seamlessly, logically, from one pattern to another. After several minutes Nyota remembers her tea, and when she sips, the spice heat and the music, the dry, warm air of his quarters and the colors and tones of the room together tell her something about him she could never put into words.
Just gorgeous.

[filenotch]

Thank you. The image hit me of the music, and I remembered the line from a Tom Robbins novel, "You entered the painting through the beak of an owl." But his novel couldn't start there, and neither could this story.

[rubynye]

Oh, this is *gorgeous*.

[filenotch]

Thank you. They are gorgeous.