// ARCHIVE

Spock can feel her excitement filling the small space between them and is conflicted between attempting to absorb some of its energy or from trying to keep his distance  -  both would be tiring but which would be more so? Emotions were so difficult. He draws in a breath and inclines his head in her direction. 

                   “It is not fortune,” he tells her. “Only beings with the                 appropriate skills and ability are chosen for missions                 such as these - you must have met the requirements,                 at the very least.”

2015 in stars

                          she  rocks  back  and  forth on her  heels,  feeling  quite                           small compared to the vulcan man. she barely reaches                           his  shoulders.  spock  is  lovely, she  reminds  herself.                           she  feels  comfortable  around him, even  when  she’s                           had  way too much coffee. the suggest sounds  perfect                           to her. she loves fireworks. how does he always seem                           to      know     the    perfect     thing     to     say     or     do ?

                               he restrains himself from reaching out to steady her - this                                     is  an action  he recognises  from the  captain,  one  of                                     excitement,  not nerves  (or perhaps both,  he wouldn’t                                     claim to be an expert on all forms of human behaviour,                                     quite the opposite.)

                                                                        “I confess I am unsure of how I                                                                         will react to the spectacle,” he                                                                         says. “I have never seen a                                                                         display before.

It was suppose to be a simple one man mission. Beam down to the planet, do some tests and take samples of the soil and plants, but things were rarely simple for the crew on board the Enterprise.

The reason Spock had been the one chosen to beam down to the surface was because of the climate there, having a very low level of oxygen and also a temperature that made a hothouse seem chilly. A human could have managed to carry out the mission, but there was no reason to let one of them suffer when the thin air and heat didn’t affect the vulcan in any negative way.

He went up on the transporter, having his tricorder and a small briefcase, containing jars and tubes for the soil and plant samples, with him. At first, nothing seemed unusual, he felt the normal tickling sensation as his body broke down into atoms and moved through space. It was not until his atoms were put back together again that he felt an odd sensation, like someone was trying to pull him somewhere.

As soon as he had materialized, Spock looked around. It seemed to be the right planet, except for the fact that there was another vulcan in front of him dressed in a similar science blue Starfleet shirt. The planet had not shown any signs of humanoid life and according to the logs, no one from the Federation had visit it before and he was the only vulcan on board the Enterprise.

“Fascinating.” he said to himself and approached the other individual, raising his right hand to do the Vulcan salute. “Dif-tor heh smusma.” To a human it might seem odd to greet a stranger like this, but to Spock it was good manner to greet another vulcan this way, stranger or not.

He blinked, studied the other for a moment, an odd sense of familiarity appearing at the sight of the person before him - the facial features were similar to those he had seen a few times before, the stance and expression mirroring his own. 

He began to wonder if perhaps the universe is sentient, and is the equivalent of an over-exuberant human five year old, skipping around and tripping up strangers just to see how they’d react, poking at something with a stick to see how long it took for it to snap back in irritation.

How many times was the universe going to put different versions of himself in front of him because honestly this was getting a little excessive. He almost felt like telling the universe that but then decided that would be stupid - shouting at the universe hadn’t helped after the destruction of Vulcan (not that Spock shouted.), and it clearly hadn’t helped other Spock’s he’d met, all of them seemed to be from universes were there was no longer a Vulcan (except for the first Spock he met, shortly after the Nerada incident, but that Spock was a special case in many ways.)

At least this Spock is wearing a similar uniform to his own, hopefully this Spock is not an evil version, or a version that isn’t in Starfleet, at least this is relavtively better than it could have bee.

i absolutely love this picture of Spock