Nyota Uhura had lived an upstanding, if rather extraordinary, life. She'd gone to prestigious universities, and had landed a good job that should have left her well off and happy. But then her boss' Ponzi scheme had left her all but penniless, and Jim Kirk had turned her world upside down by introducing her to the world of white collar theft and counterfeiting. In the process, he'd made her happier than she'd ever known she could be, and being away from him day after day destroyed her, but she didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. She had to do what she was told by the man with the ring, or else things would get a lot worse for both of them.
The Music Box, Jim... Where is the Music Box? He'd gone off with Gaila to find it, and now their lives had been all but destroyed because of it. Instead of finding it, of course, he was busy doing the FBI's bidding and looking for her, which was the absolute last thing he should be doing
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Jim nearly snapped his neck with how fast he looked up from the paper, at the sound of that voice, so sure that he recognized it that for half a second after he saw her, he refused to acknowledge that it was her. That it could just be that easy as sitting down to breakfast and having her walk into his life. Their first meeting hadn't even been that easy, there was no way that this one would be either.
Then he was on his feet before he could think about it. "Nyota," he breathed, staring at her like it'd been years since he last saw her, and not just a few months.
This wasn't supposed to be that hard. She'd show up, tell him that he had to stop looking for her, and then disappear again. But she hadn't planned on the sucker punch to her gut that was actually hearing him speak her name.
She only faltered for a second before she managed to smooth her expression into something besides heartache. "You have to stop looking for me. It's too dangerous, for both of us. You have to let me go, Jim." Please, please listen to me.
"No," Jim answered immediately, catching a glimpse of that expression on her face. He wouldn't be Jim Kirk if he couldn't read people and he was sure that he could read her better than anyone. She was Nyota. He loved her and she loved him back, and they were supposed to be together. That was the one normal like thing he could count on. The rest of his life might be a calculated risk but she wasn't one.
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The Music Box, Jim... Where is the Music Box? He'd gone off with Gaila to find it, and now their lives had been all but destroyed because of it. Instead of finding it, of course, he was busy doing the FBI's bidding and looking for her, which was the absolute last thing he should be doing ( ... )
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Then he was on his feet before he could think about it. "Nyota," he breathed, staring at her like it'd been years since he last saw her, and not just a few months.
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She only faltered for a second before she managed to smooth her expression into something besides heartache. "You have to stop looking for me. It's too dangerous, for both of us. You have to let me go, Jim." Please, please listen to me.
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"You don't mean that."
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