Spock & Bones (Conversations w/o Context, angst)
“Spock? You in here, man?”
“I find it quite inappropriate for you to enter without knocking, doctor. I would much prefer it if you didn’t come in at this time.”
“I’ve been calling for hours. Holy shit, Spock, you’ve trashed the place.”
“… like I said, doctor. I would prefer to be left alone for the time being.”
“Bullshit. Let me see your hands.”
“They will heal on their own in due time. Your attention is better served tending to others with more severe injuries. I will attempt another healing trance.”
“Another? And how’d the first one go?”
“Evidently the results were… less than satisfactory.”
“You’re grieving, Spock. You’re hurting yourself so that you can use physical pain to drown the emotional one.”
“Sounds illogical and, arguably, a typical human behaviour.”
“Don’t make me remind you what you are, Spock, that’s not my job.”
“No, it is not. It was Jim’s.”
“… It’s not your fault, Spock.”
“I would argue the contrary. If you could ask the Captain, he’d tell you that I was the one who chained him up in that building. Had I not, he would have had every possibility of staying clear of the battle.”
“I didn’t ask Jim. He told me. ‘Not his fault’. Those were his last words.”
“As unlikely as I find it that you would lie to me in this situation, I find it equally improbable that Jim was capable of forming words when we reached him, doctor.”
“You believe what you want, but that is what he said. And since he gave his last fucking breath to say it, don’t you think you’re insulting his memory by not listening to him? […] He wanted to protect this planet. You wanted to protect him.”
“Regardless of what he, or I, wanted at the time, the Captain is dead because of my actions. That is simple fact, and not something I intend to disprove, nor ever defend.”
“Alright. The simple fact, Spock, is that you are the Captain now. You are responsible for four-hundred-plus crewmen stuck on a world they can’t escape that might explode at any given moment. You’re allowed to grieve. Hell, as your doctor, I encourage it. But not like this, and not right now. Your crew needs you. If there’s ever been a good time to use that freaky Vulcan self-control of yours, that’d be now. […] You with me, Spock?”
“I am still present, doctor.”
“Good. Clean yourself up. Sulu and the command crew are waiting for you in the main hall. I’ll see you there… Captain.”
