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#CMNDRSPK — a  study  in  :  science,  𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯  life  forms,  the  vastness  of  𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦,  isolation,  &  humanization.    :   𝐒'𝐂𝐇𝐍 𝐓'𝐆𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊  of the 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑲 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑬,  commanded  by  genesis  since  2016.  he/they.  21+.  pst.

“   please   don’t   refer   to   our   relationship   as   relations   when   you   meet   jocelyn.   “leonard   groaned,   already   envisioning   the   smirk   and   all   the   ribbing   she   could   give   leonard   when   johanna   was   safely   out   of   ear   shot.   the   comment   also   leaves   him   another   moment   to   think.   “   they   know   enough.   they   know   we’re   seein’   each   other.   i   don’t   think   they   need   all   the   dirty   details,   do   you   ?   “   only   spock   could   make   a   relationship   between   two   individuals   sound   so……   sexually   motivated,   even   if   he   hadn’t   meant   it   that   way.   at   least,   the   doctor   thought   he   didn’t.   “   listen,   it’s   just   a   few   days.   you   don’t   have   to   be   there   the   whole   time   if   you’re   not   comfortable   with   it.   jo…   she   just…   she   got   a   lotta   jim’s   influence   early   on.   not   much   can   be   done.   “   he’s   smiling   as   he   says   it   though,   the   love   for   his   daughter   clear   in   his   tone. “   jocelyn’s   nosey.   a   hard-ass.   but   i   think   she   means   well   now   that   she   has   half   my   savings.   “  

    ❝  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐈   𝐖𝐀𝐒         thinkin’   you   cared .  ❞           

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cold  mud  seeps  into  his  starfleet  issued  trousers.  rain  pelts  from  the  heavens,  a  constant  reminder  of  the  storm  raging  around  them.  but  it  pales  in  comparison  to  the  internal  storm  of which  rages  on  within  spock.

hand  hovers  in  the  air  between  them,  desperate  to  find  purchase  on  the  being  before  him.  but  jim  can  see  how  cold  spock  his,  body  violently  shivering.  heart  breaks  at  the  state  of  his  first  officer.  reasons  not  totally  known  to  the  captain.  but  he  would  do  anything  for  spock.  anything.

emphatically,  the  blonde  nods  his  hand.  inhaling,  he  takes  the  final  step  to  touch  the  vulcan's  shoulder.  to  share  what  little  warmth  he  has  and  to  give  strength  to  fallen  officer.  “of  course,  spock.  all  you  need  to  do  is  say  the  word.  i’ll  bring  you  home.”

tight  smile  plucks  at  pink  lips.  freezing  rain  falling  without  mercy  as  jim  guides  spock  upwards.  they  need  to  get  out  of  the  rain,  to  free themselves  of  the  gooey  mud  which  clings  desperately  to  their  clothes.

“the  enterprise  is  ready  spock.  let’s  go  home,  okay?”

@cmndrspk​ sent in:  “Will you guide me home?”

𝐢𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐨𝐧𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝,   in   his   time   aboard   jims   crew,   the   concept   of   home   has   been   lost   on   spock   for   quite   some   time.  [    𝚝𝚘𝚘   𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖,   &   𝚝𝚘𝚘   𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍   𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎   𝚘𝚏   𝚒𝚝.    ]      they’ve    been   together   years   on   that   ship,    one    big    family   as   jim   had   liked   to   call    it.   it    was    illogical    to    name    family   when   one   was   not,     but   in   the  spaces   in   between,    the    meaning    was     made    clear.     home     wasn’t    a   place,   it    was    not    something    you     could     pin     point   on   a   map   :     it     was     people.   the   ones   you    chose    to   surround    yourself    with     that    make    life     just    a    little   more   bearable.      emotional    connection    was   one   of    the   best    things    spock    can   say   he   has   learned   from   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽    𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴.  

this    is    not    a    matter    of   life    &   death   this   time,    not    like    when   he   was   𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤    𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨  ,   ready    to    die    rather    than    feel.   but    in   an   effort    to   connect    more    with   his   human   half     in   times   of   distress,    spock    contemplates   his  values,   &   what   has   changed   since   this   all   started.   𝙷𝙴   𝙲𝙰𝙽   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻   𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽,   but   he   cannot   control   the  cold,   or   the  response   his   body   has   to    it.    he    does   not   even   recall    the   words   to  jim,   not   as   the   rain   falls   &   spock    losses    control   of   his   own    thoughts.        

carefully   spock   turns   at   the   brush   of   a  shoulder,    looking    right   at   jim   like   the  answer    to    the   universe    laid   right   there   in   his   gaze.   his   eyes   are   wide,   &    spock   resits   the  urge  to   fix   his  hair   that   is   stuck   to   his   forehead   in   the  rain.  there   isn’t    much    𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴   𝚃𝙾   𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺   as    jim    is   already    helping   him   stand,   the  rain  suddenly  not   the   biggest   problem   weighing   on   his   mind.