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It was always an extremely rare treat for not only Spock to show up in one of the rec-rooms, but also for him to bring his lyre.
When Spock first entered with the lyre, it was the job of the crewman closest to the door to rush to get Uhura. Once she arrived, she would look at Spock and she would grin this secret grin, and he would only quirk an eyebrow. And then she would playfully pick a fight – humming along as he tuned his lyre.
And, once he was ready – his long fingers would dance across the strings and Uhura’s clear voice would fill the rec-room. She would sing about their captain, about Spock’s devil ears and devil eyes, about the blackness of space and all the hope and dangers and promises it held.
And when they finished their songs, Uhura would smile and settle down next to Janice or Sulu and Spock would quietly leave with a barely-there smirk.
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