Lonely Hall

by tigereyes45

Summary:

Uhura happens on the captain in a vulnerable state on her way to the bridge. She immediately calls on Dr. McCoy and Mr. Spock to help.

Notes:

I always like including the other characters in my mcspirk works. I hope yall enjoy!

Uhura strides through the halls of the Enterprise on her way to her post. She idly goes through a mental checklist of her plans for the day. Tasks she needs to finish during work, lunch with Sulu, dinner with Chapel and Scotty if they can pull him out of engineering, and then a nice evening of drinks and music. She’ll have to make sure to tell Chekov she’s not available for questions. Last time he had barged right in and cut the evening short. She can recall when she was an ensign, excited, eager, and nervous about messing up. Chekov seems to possess no anxiety of any kind.

Perhaps she should send him Scotty’s way tonight. Maybe he could put some sense into their latest bridge addition. She stretches her arms up, folding one behind the other. Yes that sounds like a plan.

Uhura’s blood runs cold. Her feet freeze as she hears another long, deep inhale. It sounds like someone attempting to sob, quietly. 

It sounds like it’s coming from the boardroom up ahead. She rests a hand on her communicator, ready to discreetly call medical should someone need a professional to talk with. She leans against the door. There’s absolutely someone crying in there. Uhura discreetly punches in her code. The door slides open smoothly, soundless. She glances in to see a familiar back clad in yellow. Uhura backs away, keeping her back pressed against the wall. Her fingers press the door’s button. As soon as it’s shut she discreetly pulls out her communicator. First she calls for Dr. McCoy, and then Mr. Spock.

They were there fairly quickly. As soon as the turbolift at the end of the hall opens up, McCoy practically runs out of it. His heading clear. Spock was a few paces behind, not running, but walking with a speed Uhura had never seen a human reach. Dr. McCoy still reached her first.

“What’s wrong?” Dr. McCoy holds Uhura’s shoulders and looks around. “Where’s Jim?”

Uhura points at the door. “I was walking by, and then heard crying.” She didn’t get another word out before Spock had an inquiry.

“The captain is the only person in that room?”

“Yes, Mr. Spock.” She reflexively nods.

“Thank you, lieutenant.”

Spock and Dr. McCoy look to each other. McCoy’s expression vastly changes in response to each miniscule shift in Spock’s.

Quietly McCoy ponders, “What do you think the problem is, Spock?”

“It is impossible to know until we ask, doctor.”

She can tell from the tone that they both have an idea as to what this is about. Neither of them wants to say it, if that’s due to the issue at hand, or because of her presence, Uhura isn’t sure. She steps back, as the pair turn their attention onto the door.

They step in and Uhura breathes a sigh of relief. If anyone could help the captain it was those two. It must be the captain’s luck that they were both available.

She should be on her way, but Uhura hesitates. The door is still open, and distant whispers float out. Uhura slowly treads across the hall, making her steps as light as possible. As she passes the lock she reaches out. Her fingers graze over cold metal. She presses it. The door shifts, a little louder than before. Uhura looks into the room as she passes, hoping the noise does not ruin the moment.

Dr. McCoy is kneeling on the floor, holding a bent over Jim in his arms. Spock stands on the other side of them, a hand placed on Jim’s back. His voice is measured as he states reassuring phrases. Spock’s head turns. Brown eyes meet hers. She quickly flees behind the closing door, only breathing again once it clicks.

Now that they couldn’t see her, she smiles. 

They’ll be alright. Those three always figure things out.

What a gift it is to have found such fast friends this deep in space.