#spirk comic

“This was a terrible idea.”

“Spock, don't you even think about–”

The screen went dead as Spock abruptly ended the call with his mother.

He turned sharply on his heel and began stomping toward his room, desperate to meditate. His comm. began sounding off noisily in the background, but he left it unattended.

He entered his room, lit his incense, and let it beep.

He took root on the mat in full lotus pose on the floor, trying to connect with his entirely too elevated breathing rate, and he let it beep.

He closed his eyes, rested his wrists on his knees, deepened his breathing . . .

beep-beep-beep-beep-beep. . . beep-beep-beep-beep-beep . . .

Spock huffed loudly in a long suffering manner before returning to a stance, tugging irritably at the hem of his shirt. He stalked back out of the bedroom into the main living quarters, positively rigid and seething with anxiety.

He made his way to the comm., slapped the button with far more gusto than was required, and stood before the screen as it descended once more. His hands were shaking where he clasped them behind his back, but he had to ensure he would reveal none of that.

His stance was defiant, and he was met with an equal wall of stubborn outrage when Amanda returned to the screen with a glare that could burn holes.

“My child, you will be the death of me one day.”

“But humankind is not dramatic at all,” he retorted, deadpan.

“What have you done with a human?”

“It was a kiss. Nothing more–”

“Nothing more?!” She hissed, eyes darting about herself again as if Sarek was going to come blasting through the door like a militant. “My child, you are engaged!”

“Yes. Thank you for the reminder, mother.”

“So can you explain to me why you have suddenly taken up the hobby of kissing humans on Earth?!”

“It is not!-” Spock caught himself getting elevated, steeled himself huffily, and began again more calmly: “It is not plural. And I believe long term exposure to the good doctor’s sarcasm has had an unfortunate effect-”

“--THE DOCTOR?!” His mother leapt from her chair, a great clatter sounding as her elbow caught her desk sharply. “--Ah!”

“--My wife?”

“NOT NOW SAREK, I'M WORKING!”

The Vulcan backed away from the study door his wife was behind with huge, worried eyes.

The last time Amanda had screeched at him in such a way, she had been pregnant. He knew better than to enter that room until he was invited – and from the sound of her composure, he was uncertain if he wished to be privy.

this silly little comic fills the "blue eyes" prompt on my kiscon bingo card. giving tos spock blue eyes was just too funny to pass up.

sorry aos jim. :[