Dignity & Safety || Spock & Jim
Alexander was safe. Jim and Spock had made sure of that. They were as sure as one was capable of being that he would face no more cruelty, and would have every opportunity to better his life. Spock had apologized to Chapel again, while she stated once again that it wasnât his fault and she held no ill-will towards him. Things should have been back to normal. But the captain and first officer had been quiet ever since it happened. They hadnât discussed it, and they hadnât stayed overnight in each otherâs rooms in some time.
Spock had only slept once since the events of the mission, and when he did he had been plagued with nightmares. An usual occurrence for such a disciplined mind, he had been rattled by the experience. He had spent most of his rest periods since in meditation, trying to release any fears that seemed to be trying to linger inside him. But he quickly found it was useless. He knew what he needed more than anything, and he had been depriving himself of him for days. What Spock needed most was Jim.
Jim had survived a massacre. He would, no doubt, know what Spock was missing to rid himself of the negative feelings still echoing through his mind. That was how 2 hours 50 minutes after Alpha shift had ended, Spock had made his way to the Captainâs quarters and buzzed. He waited until he was given entrance and the door was shut again to explain himself.
âCaptain,â he said, staying formal for the moment. It had been a year and a half of stolen kisses between shifts and endearments whispered against skin in the early mornings. But now was one of the rare moments he didnât feel like he could afford to let himself soften until Jim gave him permission. "I believe it is overdue that we discuss certain matters. Both of our performances have been suffering since our last mission. You have required reports to be repeated at an increased rate of 36.1%. Additionally, I have not slept more than once since the incidents. As we have both expressed experiencing a tranquilizing effect in one anotherâs presence, it was logical I offered myself as âcompany.ââ