The three ladies' jaws dropped in unison. Hikaru Sulu was a handsome man, with fine Asian features complemented by a winning smile. And the way the leather pants accentuated his muscular legs as he walked toward them in knee-high leather boots hypnotized the three women. They were hoping for a backside view.

"Ladies, this is my husband, Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu; he's a helmsman aboard our ship." Charlene looked at three envious women. Sulu reached over and shook each woman's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Did you ladies have a wonderful time reminiscing?"

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Sulu," Angela responded, looking a bit confused. "You both work together on the same ship?"

"Yes, 'Karu and I are most fortunate that Starfleet Command allows married couples to stay together," Charlene said with a smile and then reached out to take his hand.

Sulu turned to Nyota to give her a message: "Nyota, Mist-" Charlene squeezed his hand and pointed to a distinguished-looking man walking toward them. All the women stood up and acknowledged the older man as he walked up to them. He was of average height, with strong facial features and a no-nonsense attitude. His dark hair was threaded with silver on both sides of his head, giving him a distinguished look. They all stood at attention once they recognized the man.

"Good afternoon, Admiral Nimitz," they said at the same time.

"At ease, we are at a reunion." Admiral Nimitz did not smile while acknowledging Captain Parker and the two lieutenant commanders. Then he turned to Uhura, Sulu, and Masters with an approving smile.

"Good to see you, Sulu, Masters, and especially Uhura. I finally get to meet my master code-breaker!" Nimitz walked over to Uhura and took hold of her hand.

"My dear, I want to personally thank you for all the work you and your team have done. You have saved countless souls with the first-rate work you do. And I won't even mention the things you've done for Central Intelligence-they love you!"

"Thank you, sir."

While Uhura and the admiral were talking, the Alpha women were visibly jealous. They couldn't believe the things that were being said about Uhura. Admiral Chester W. Nimitz was rarely known to compliment or express gratitude to any officer; his strong work ethic and no-nonsense attitude did not leave a lot of room for praise. The Alpha women were speechless as Nimitz went on about Uhura's extraordinary work. Starfleet's highest-ranking admiral was talking to a lowly lieutenant about her outstanding performance and was positively gushing. The Alpha women could only stand by and listen to all the accolades.

"Central Intelligence would still like to recruit you."

"Thanks, Admiral, but I've already got a post and I love my work."

"Where's that husband of yours?" Nimitz looked around the group.

"Oops, Nyota! He told me he will be here soon," Sulu said looking around. "There he is now!"

Everyone turned toward the entrance of the lobby to see a tall Vulcan striding in. He too was wearing leather pants, but his were black, contrasting with his skin tone and encasing his long, sinewy legs. With a matching jacket and a T-shirt that accentuated his muscular chest, he was walking beefcake. He had high cheekbones and his gaze was intense as he surveyed the meeting hall; spotting his target, he walked like an Olympian god toward his wife. A smile formed on Nyota's face as she watched her husband approach. Right on time; that's my man!

Spock stopped in front of the group and scanned the people. He acknowledged Admiral Nimitz first.

"Greetings, Admiral Nimitz. It is an honor to meet you."

Nimitz chuckled: "Why, Mr. Spock, the honor is mine. I just asked your wife about you. How are you?"

Spock lifted an eyebrow: "Well, Admiral."

Angela's eyes widened when it hit her that the science officer was married to Uhura; the hits just kept coming. The fact that they were all so cordial with the Admiral was disturbing.

"What research are you currently working on?"

"I'm working on a biosynthesis based on a sample of the genetic material obtained from the single-celled animal that the Enterprise encountered during the Intrepid incident."*

"Mr. Spock, your continual success in your research does not surprise me."

"Thank you, Admiral."

"Mr. Spock, inform Captain Kirk that I want the bridge crew at Starfleet Command for lunch while you're here."

"I believe the Captain is resting in Iowa on leave, sir."

"Then I will have my secretary contact him, but the rest of you are invited."

Everyone acknowledged together: "Thank you, sir!"

"Until then, please have a nice time while you're here." Nimitz turned to each member of the Enterprise crew and nodded his head. Then he turned and headed out the lobby.

Spock lifted his two forefingers toward his wife and lightly touched hers. The Alpha women watched the tender moment, the three of them still in shock over being totally ignored by Admiral Nimitz. They were having trouble processing the fact that Nyota and Charlene were recognized for their work, as well as that Nyota was married to a Vulcan, none other than Mr. Spock, who was considered the most intelligent scientist in his field and Starfleet's finest first officer. To add fuel to the fire, all of them were part of the legendary Enterprise crew and got to work with the famous and handsome Captain Kirk. And to further injure the Alphas' wounded pride, Admiral Nimitz had invited the Enterprise officers for lunch and made no mention of the Alpha women. Nothing like salt rubbing into an open wound.

Angela took a deep breath, trying to retain her poise after enduring the accolades heaped on her bitter rival, who she had envied for years. Nyota turned toward the Alpha women and calmly introduced her husband.

"Spock, I would like to introduce you to former classmates of Charlene's and mine from the Academy: Captain Parker, Lieutenant Commander Linda Darnell, and Lieutenant Commander Sharon Tate."

"Greetings, Captain and Lieutenant Commanders. I hope you enjoyed your event."

"Yes, Commander Spock, we did," Angela said, eyeing the tall, muscular Vulcan with the piercing eyes. The man was magnificent, not to mention sexy, wearing leather pants and knee-high boots. She couldn't believe that Uhura had gotten so lucky again. Uhura had always been admired at the Academy by everyone from staff to students. She was the Academy's golden girl and had reigned as valedictorian when they graduated, not to mention receiving special honors for her work for the Federation of Planets. And now Angela had been outdone again: Nyota Uhura was married to Commander Spock, a legend in his own right.

Nyota and Charlene took a good look at the three women standing there speechless and stunned. Nyota and Charlene hadn't wanted to stoop to the Alpha women's level by shoving their success and their posting to Starfleet's flagship in their faces. They were competent and well respected in their fields and had both found love as well. They had no need to make others feel small in order to make themselves feel big.

Spock turned to Nyota, Charlene, and Sulu.

"Have you concluded your event, my wife?"

"Yes, Spock." Nyota turned to Charlene: "Are you ready, Char?"

Charlene grabbed 'Karu's arm and snuggled next to him. "Oh yes, I'm ready."

Nyota turned to Angela for the last time.

"Angela, it was nice to see you, Linda, and Sharon again. I hope to see you again at the next reunion."

"Yeah, you too, Uhura."

With that, Nyota placed her two fingers against Spock's and walked away, with Charlene and Sulu following.

As the four headed out, Nyota thanked her husband: Thank you for not bringing up her logistics.

I was going to advise her that her estimation of ship distribution alignment figures was off by 3.9878%. I was willing to adjust her figures to comply with Starfleet regulations.

Nyota laughted out loud and sent an amusement and appreciation message to him through their bond. Nyota left with her best-kept secret.