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Muse: Spock Prime
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Words: 440
Disclaimers: I do not own Spock Prime.
He stoked the fire, listening to the wind shrieking and howling as it passed by the entrance of the cave, the noise loud and disturbing despite their being deep within the interior. He glanced quickly to the figure laying beside him as he sat cross-legged in front of the fire attempting to meditate. He frowned as he had seen Kirk shiver slightly. There wasn’t much he could do about it except throw a few of the remaining bricks of fuel onto the fire. Nero had left him with plenty of fuel for a fire, wanting him to live long enough to see his planet destroyed. There weren’t many left, not that it mattered he decided. It was imperative that they set out for the Starfleet base on Delta Vega as soon as possible. The setting sun and the rapid onset of the blizzard with the threat of the creature that had chased Jim lurking nearby- attracted yet repelled by their fire kept them in the cave for the night.
Movement caught his eye again. This time he abandoned all pretext of meditation and focused on the young man wrapped up in survival gear. He took a blanket he wasn’t using and placed it over him as Kirk curled in against himself, eyes still shut, still sleeping but relaxing a little as Spock tucked the blanket’s warm edges around him. Taking his gloves off, Spock reached out to brush a few strands of hair from Kirk’s face, letting his fingertips linger briefly on the skin of Kirk’s forehead. /Jim/ No. He shook his head. Jim, but not Jim. Kirk had not been the only one subject to emotional transference from the meld. A spark had ignited the bond he had long buried when he lost his Jim. He had survived the death of his Kirk, his bondmate as his father had survived his mother, but his father had never found himself thrown into an alternate timeline. He had no prior documentation of how alternate timelines, alternate dimensions affected bonds. Perhaps it was normal for his fingers to itch with the desire to take their place on the meld points of this Jim’s sleeping face.
No. He pulled his hand back quickly. It wasn’t right. Not this way. They had Nero to stop. There was no time and it was not fair. This Jim had not even known what a mind meld was, he had no right. Perhaps later, once Nero had been dealt with he could speak with this interesting version of Jim with greater depth. He slid his gloves back on and forced himself to turn back to the fire, attempting to meditate.
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Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Words: 440
Disclaimers: I do not own Spock Prime.
He stoked the fire, listening to the wind shrieking and howling as it passed by the entrance of the cave, the noise loud and disturbing despite their being deep within the interior. He glanced quickly to the figure laying beside him as he sat cross-legged in front of the fire attempting to meditate. He frowned as he had seen Kirk shiver slightly. There wasn’t much he could do about it except throw a few of the remaining bricks of fuel onto the fire. Nero had left him with plenty of fuel for a fire, wanting him to live long enough to see his planet destroyed. There weren’t many left, not that it mattered he decided. It was imperative that they set out for the Starfleet base on Delta Vega as soon as possible. The setting sun and the rapid onset of the blizzard with the threat of the creature that had chased Jim lurking nearby- attracted yet repelled by their fire kept them in the cave for the night.
Movement caught his eye again. This time he abandoned all pretext of meditation and focused on the young man wrapped up in survival gear. He took a blanket he wasn’t using and placed it over him as Kirk curled in against himself, eyes still shut, still sleeping but relaxing a little as Spock tucked the blanket’s warm edges around him. Taking his gloves off, Spock reached out to brush a few strands of hair from Kirk’s face, letting his fingertips linger briefly on the skin of Kirk’s forehead. /Jim/ No. He shook his head. Jim, but not Jim. Kirk had not been the only one subject to emotional transference from the meld. A spark had ignited the bond he had long buried when he lost his Jim. He had survived the death of his Kirk, his bondmate as his father had survived his mother, but his father had never found himself thrown into an alternate timeline. He had no prior documentation of how alternate timelines, alternate dimensions affected bonds. Perhaps it was normal for his fingers to itch with the desire to take their place on the meld points of this Jim’s sleeping face.
No. He pulled his hand back quickly. It wasn’t right. Not this way. They had Nero to stop. There was no time and it was not fair. This Jim had not even known what a mind meld was, he had no right. Perhaps later, once Nero had been dealt with he could speak with this interesting version of Jim with greater depth. He slid his gloves back on and forced himself to turn back to the fire, attempting to meditate.
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