vulcanstarfleet (vulcanstarfleet) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2016-12-17 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *lena, *tama, daisy johnson, spock |
Since his arrival, Spock had never been more sure of his decision to leave Uhura and to leave the Enterprise. However, there was always one thorn in his side that always threatened his choices, no matter how secure he was in them when his mind was made up. In this case, it was James Tiberius Kirk. It wasn't a bad thorn, not at all. Kirk had come back from the mission gravely injured, in a coma and not expected to live. And yet, against all odds, the captain of the Enterprise survived. Somehow, Spock was not surprised by that scenario. He had said as much to McCoy. If anyone could defy all odds, it was James Kirk. He didn't know what it was about their conversation over the network that had gotten to him, either, but whatever it was, it stuck with him. Family. Standing just outside of Jim's door, almost on guard, Spock knew he had a duty to fulfill. He had given his word to McCoy that he would keep an eye on all of his patients so the doctor could actually get a few hours of rest in. Having worked with both men for long enough now, Spock knew how they behaved. He knew that if someone didn't force McCoy to sleep, he wouldn't until his patients were well. No doctor did well without rest and he was no exception. And Spock himself may not be a doctor by profession, but he understood human anatomy and could analyze situations enough to know when a true professional was needed. Right now, all was done for the patients at hand and they needed to allow their bodies time to heal. There was more to heal than patients, though. He'd finally told Kirk that he'd been planning on leaving the Enterprise the whole time and what had Kirk done? He'd responded naturally to his human half, the half that wanted to stay. It left him in a dilemma. Now what? There was no Enterprise here, no reason to make these choices. And yet, the choice was still there, on the top of his mind, bugging him and threatening to bubble over. He was almost lost in thought as he stood just outside Kirk's door, half a mind on the world around him and half a mind on his own consciousness. Kirk had said they were like family. Interesting choice of words. He wanted to say it was because of the man's injured state that he'd babbled such a thing, and yet...a strange sensation fell over him when he thought about a family again. His chest tightened, but not unpleasantly. Was that what they had morphed into? A family? |