Pairing: none. Spock, McCoy, Selek
Summary: A couple drabbles done for muse_prompts.
Curiosity was one emotion that Spock did not attempt to mask, usually that is. He made one exception. Around Dr. McCoy he attempted to remain entirely stoical. He wasn't always successful, however and this was one of those times. He turned towards the doctor, after hearing a puzzling statement from him.
"I was not aware girls, country or otherwise, had halos, let alone they would desire to trade them for horns and nor why they would then be dangerous," he addressed McCoy, eyebrow raised.
"It is a saying, Mr. Spock, indicating that one should be wary of the good girl who goes bad." McCoy stated, his own eyes rolling.
"Ah. Your Earth colloquialisms are most...unusual. One should always be wary of those who change their inherent nature, especially for those who begin to behave illogically. They may be ill or cause harm to themselves or others." He stood a little straighter, pleased with himself for understanding and simplifying the doctor's statement.
"No, you..." McCoy shook his head, "Nevermind. I feel sorry for Nyota. I need a drink."
His eyebrow inched higher as he watched McCoy stalk off, honestly puzzled by McCoy's obvious frustration and human nature to use illogical metaphors.
Selek surveyed the stretch of inhospitable, hot desert that lay in the valley below. There was nothing familiar here as this was not Vulcan, but the new colony the survivors of Nero's attempted genocide had founded. He and several others had been exploring and mapping out the valley. Maps had been made of every feature, the flora and fauna had been carefully observed for quite a while now and he deemed the valley would be perfect. He watched the sunrise before turning and slowly making his way to the meeting of Elders.
He was to propose this valley be the site for young Vulcans to go to perform their Kas-wan. It would be vastly different from Kahs-wan he experienced. The concept and ritual would be the same but although the valley would provide a similar environment, it would not be the same. Memories of his own Kahs-wan, both of them, were present. He wondered if the Spock in this time line had experienced his Kahs-wan the same as he had. It was a possibility, a remote one, but it remained. He made note to inquire next time they spoke.