#hurt!spock

I was going through my Scrivener folders and clearing out no-longer relevant pages. Found this and thought I'd share it for fun! This is a brainstorming idea dump that started at around Chapters 8 or 9, and continued to grow throughout the next few chapters as I gathered my ideas into some kind of cohesive manner. A lot of my scenes start out like this—just pure chaos and throwing things out there no matter how far fetched. Messy and all over the place, but I usually take the things I like from it and begin a new document (or move down on the same one) and work it until I like it more. (I'd like to claim that my color coding makes things organized, but it doesn't, and it probably actually makes things worse. I color code the same way when writing/editing my chapters as well, and each color can mean like five different things. Idk why I'm like this) I always knew that there would be a plot of going back down to SK7, but originally, I was going to have Spock disobey orders by refusing to do so and/or evading them via technicality. This was eventually scrapped after Spock's self-destructive tendencies took on a life of their own, prompting me to switch to Spock pushing to go down to SK7 again instead. Anyways! Enjoy some (possible) backstory to the Seskille that either never made the cut, got reworked, was used as is, or otherwise just didn't make it into the chapters.

K'oh-nar AlexPrime Summary: It is our happiness to join and be joined with, the Seskille Collective says to the crew, the commander, and the captain through the ship’s audio feed, sounding delighted by the prospect of friendship.

It is our happiness to learn and be learned from, the Seskille Collective says after the unsettling discovery that Seskilles VII is a dead, frozen planet with no plants, no animals, and no life readings but for the landing party sent down to meet them.

It is our happiness to know and be known by, the Seskille Collective says as they reach out with welcoming voices and devastating minds, indifferent to the consequences of unraveling a lifetime of rigid control and emotional suppression.

It is our happiness to share and be shared with, the Seskille Collective says, and unravel it they shall, because there is only one aboard the Enterprise capable of giving them what they want, and whether or not he agrees to share in return is irrelevant.

Illustration for my fic ‘100 Words: Of the Mind’, Chapter Four! Check it out!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11969313/chapters/27068556

"Spock!" Jim rushed towards his beloved as soon as he got a glimpse of the aghast expression painted over his ashen face, and he pushed the blankets away from him before he sat by his side, pulling him close. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone, but you slept for, like, forty-three hours, I had to call the Admiralty…" He kissed him swiftly, but he was so lost… "Spock?"

"Not true," the Vulcan kept muttering, breaths coming out too fast and too short, hands trembling. "It cannot be true."

"Spock, baby, you've gotta calm down or you'll be sick," Kirk crooned, caressing his hair slowly, "Look at me -look at me. Like this, that's it." Softly, the human pressed his lips to the tip of the Vulcan's nose, and took his face in his hands. "Now tell me, what do you need?"

"I… I need…" Spock clutched at his Captain's uniform, desperate to draw him closer. "Jim, I…" He buried his face in Jim's sweet-smelling shoulder, trying to swallow down the fright that was making his heart flutter at a worrying pace… You have fooled yourself, child, none of this is real…

"What? What is it, Spock? What do you need? Just name it, baby." Kirk's fingers trailed up and down his spine, tracing the shape of the fine bones, and the gentleness with which he was handling him seemed to soothe him a little.

"I need… t'hy'la." The Vulcan pulled away from his nest to stare at him, a hard, penetrating gaze intent on determining whether or not he was actually there with him. "T'hy'la… Is t'hy'la real?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what a t'hy'la is," Jim admitted, a little frantically, "Where can I get one? What does it look like?"

"T'hy'la… that would be you." Spock's eyes were wide and still fixed on his face, imploring; it did not look as if the human's presence would be enough to tame him…

K'oh-nar AlexPrime Summary: "It is our happiness to join and be joined with," the Seskille Collective says to the crew, the commander, and the captain through the ship’s audio feed, sounding delighted by the prospect of friendship.

"It is our happiness to learn and be learned from," the Seskille Collective says after the unsettling discovery that Seskilles VII is a dead, frozen planet with no plants, no animals, and no life readings but for the landing party sent down to meet them.

"It is our happiness to know and be known by," the Seskille Collective says as they reach out with welcoming voices and devastating minds, indifferent to the consequences of unraveling a lifetime of rigid control and emotional suppression.

"It is our happiness to share and be shared with," the Seskille Collective says, and unravel it they shall, because there is only one aboard the Enterprise capable of giving them what they want, and whether or not he agrees to share in return is irrelevant.