#vulcanblues

He didn’t want to believe it was true --that Spock could ever be sad around him, but apparently it was true. The festival was supposed to be fun, even though it marked the end of summer. Was Spock just down because he loved summer so much? Jim matched Spock’s frown before reaching over to poke him in the face, smearing the ice cream they were sharing across his nose.

“Do you possibly understand what this contraption means? Or does, rather? I have never seen one before.” Anne was fiddling with her phone, the one every person received when they arrived to the island. This was far too advanced from anything back home; Avonlea didn’t even have electricity. Charlotte Town did, however, and she only visited a few times. Nothing like that was ever in town, though.

“Okay, just keep your eyes closed. We’re almost there.” Jim led Spock by the hand down the sidewalk. He knew his Vulcan sensed would probably alert him to where they were before he opened his eyes but still, it was the thought that counted, and he thought of this for weeks.

“Alright...open them.” Jim looked over at Spock and smiled before looking back at the shop window. Clean and healthy pets sat in the window. Jim knew they were both eyeing the new kittens in a little box.

Running away quickly took up most of Toothless’ time, fighting on the ground just wasn’t easy for a dragon like him. He was build for aerial acrobatics and speed, not swiping with his fat paws and claws! For a while he had helped others, acquired help as well, but there was so much going on groups just couldn’t stay together! Worst of all, hostile dragons from Berk were appearing too! They were more twisted versions and not nearly as big as a Monstrous Nightmare at least.

“It’s probably a rock.” He looked down at the radar on their beacon gun to see a blinking light on a lump up ahead. He was sure Spock picked the beach because the flatness would let them find many targets all in a row, but Jim can’t help but see the other advantages as well. 

The waves rolled along side them as they walked. It wasn’t too hot for his taste, but in a moment of surprise, Spock was the one that suggested they take off their boots and roll up the pants. With wet sand stuck to his feet, it was starting to feel more like the fun missions from before. Or like a date.

“Forgive me for asking, but you were from the city before... Correct?” he would ask one particular male he had come across.  He could recognize the other, but he didn’t wish to assume right away.  “Have you learned of anything about this island...?”

Of course he fell down the giant hole ten seconds after getting here. Well, he jumped down the hole. He’d rather face what was at the bottom than go with some strangers he didn’t trust.

That didn’t really work out like he hoped. He was still here when he woke up, and he didn’t feel good. His arm throbbed as if he’d landed on it, even though he’d passed out a long way down and woke up in bed.

If he was being forced to stay here, he had to be armed. He found money, but no matter how long he looked, he couldn’t find a weapon. 

Unarmed and with eyes open, he decided to explore. If no one was there to stop him, he’d do what he wanted. If no one was there to tell him what to do, he’d make his own destiny.

But he was all alone. No. He couldn’t get too sad thinking about the crew...or Spock. Spock...he really wished he was here. Jim wasn’t complete without him.

He paused in his admiration of the city and his eyes snapped down one alley. Something was telling him to go that way. So, he did. He could hear the city sounds fade behind him as it got darker and darker.