I endeavour to be accurate.

Let it just be said that I did not make this blog by choice. Uhura insisted- she said it would help relieve stress. And we all know that Captain Kirk can cause stress.

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sonof2worlds || continued from ★

✯ Spock, not taking you to see my father could be considered a literal sin. ✯                                                       Over the years, her “concerned voice” has been                                                       manipulated and shifted into something of almost                                                       exasperation. Mostly because the situations in which                                                       she had to use her “concerned voice” involved people                                                       or events that would cause anyone extreme frustration                                                       and vexation. ✯ And he doesn’t hate you, Spock. You just don’t think the same ways. Come lean up against me, you hear? ✯

[sonof2worlds-blog]

The Vulcan gave her a sideways look, and reluctantly obeyed. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and without thinking, leaned most of his weight over onto her.

He shook his head once, and coughed before finally agreeing, "Well, I wouldn't want you to literal sin..."

[sonof2worlds-blog]

OOC

Alright guys, just a little PSA.

This blog is a side-blog.

Meaning- If I follow you back from you following me on this blog, it'll be a follow from hiccup-the-useless. Feel free to interact with either blog. Both love multi-fandom fun.

It also means that if I try and do a starter with you, it'll probably be on anon, with "-sonof2worlds" at the end of it so please forgive me for that I know it's not pretty. We do what we can.

Thirdly it means that replies on this blog will probably be a tad slower than on my Hiccup blog- which is already kind of slow. So again, forgive me.

Salutations to all of my new followers! I would love to meet at thread with all of you at some point!

Okay, that's enough of that. I think I'm gonna hit the hay. Finally.

Goodnight! Love you guys! -Voice 

(Also sorry if that didn't make much sense. It's like 2:00 in the morning and my brain is fried like chicken)

[themccoywhosmiles-archive-deact]

✖ -sonof2worlds

“Spock, whoa, whoa, whoa— holy shit, are you drunk?”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

“No! Theeere’s no need for Dr. McCoy to get…” *hic* “Involved…”

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“Riiiiiiiiiight, because you’re in a perfectl good place right now.” Hands reached for her communicator, eyes skeptic but sticking like glue to Spock’s face. “I mean– you’re slurring for Chrissake.”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

"Yeeeeah, you'reprollyrightmaybeweshould....NO don't get your dad involved."

Spock stumbled a bit to the left, eyes locked with the lady's. Then, limply, he let his head fall, and his eyes studied the ground.

"Maybe get Jim-Captain or maybe Dr. McCoy but deffinatelynotDr.McCoy... He hates me."

[themccoywhosmiles-archive-deact]

✖ -sonof2worlds

“Spock, whoa, whoa, whoa— holy shit, are you drunk?”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

"Shhhh- Nononono… Wait- yes. Yeeeas, I did drink aLOT of alcohol…"

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“I’m calling my father. ”You don’t look well.”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

"No! Theeere's no need for Dr. McCoy to get..." *hic* "Involved..."

[themccoywhosmiles-archive-deact]

✖ -sonof2worlds

“Spock, whoa, whoa, whoa— holy shit, are you drunk?”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

"Shhhh- Nononono... Wait- yes. Yeeeas, I did drink aLOT of alcohol..."

[sonof2worlds-blog]

It's um... just a little nerve wracking to speak to someone so highly esteemed.

"O-oh," Spock almost smiled.

"Thank you, but really, there is no need for your nerves to be wracked. I am merely an officer. Is there something I can assist you with?"

[sonof2worlds-blog]

I um... er... a fan. I really enjoy following your work on the Enterprise.

"Oh, well, thank you." The Vulcan nodded, "There's no need to be nervous."

[ltcxmmander]

✚ -Sonof2worlds

✚:Stab with a knife / sword / blade.

“Spock…”

He looked down at the blade still embedded in his side. It didn’t hurt, not yet, but it would start to rather soon, and very badly.

“Why?”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

Fists clenched. It physically hurt. The commands surging through him hurt when he didn’t obey. Everything was foggy in his vision, and he knew Mr. Scott was running, but he could hardly tell if he himself was still standing.

"Wait…" he told himself.

If the other man could make it past the control panels, there might be enough distance between them for Mr. Scott to have a fighting chance.

But waiting burned as his muscles tensed and relaxed, raring to go.

"3..2..1…"

And the Vulcan broke off in a dead sprint after the man, no longer aware of anything around him. All he knew was that he had to finish his work.

[ltcxmmander]

Scotty had almost made his way to the Jeffries tubes when he heard feet pounding behind him and his heart sank. He didn’t want to die, so he pushed himself harder, sprinting as quickly as he could to the place where he could rig the security forcefield and be safe, for a little while at least.

[sonof2worlds-blog]

He turned a corner and slid on the slick floors, almost falling to the ground, but catching himself midway down. He sprang back up, shook his head, and continued the chase. Mr. Scott was out of sight by now, shew. but it wouldn't be long before he caught up to the other. The sound of his running echoed off the walls as the steps grew faster. Just a bit faster was all it would take.

[ltcxmmander]

✚ -Sonof2worlds

✚:Stab with a knife / sword / blade.

“Spock…”

He looked down at the blade still embedded in his side. It didn’t hurt, not yet, but it would start to rather soon, and very badly.

“Why?”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

Swiftly, Spock took a step forward, the blade held strongly in front of him. Face snarled into an almost smile, he said, “I seem to be malfunctioning. I will have to work quickly.” His voice, somehow, sounded more cold and emotionless than usual. Frankly, it sounded robotic.

With another step forward, Spock knocked the phaser from Mr. Scott’s hand.

His eyes widened desperately, as he tossed the blade away as well.

"There’s a head start. Run," he said, his voice sounding normal, but distraught.  

[ltcxmmander]

Malfunctioning? An odd word to use. Perhaps… but no. He couldn’t do anything with a wound that could very well kill him gushing blood. All he could do was run, especially without his phaser.

He turned and obeyed, knowing that he could never outrun the Vulcan, but he could try. There was little to no chance of his survival here. His only chance would be if someone else came upon them, but down in the depths of Engineering that was hardly likely.

[sonof2worlds-blog]

Fists clenched. It physically hurt. The commands surging through him hurt when he didn't obey. Everything was foggy in his vision, and he knew Mr. Scott was running, but he could hardly tell if he himself was still standing.

"Wait..." he told himself.

If the other man could make it past the control panels, there might be enough distance between them for Mr. Scott to have a fighting chance.

But waiting burned as his muscles tensed and relaxed, raring to go.

"3..2..1..."

And the Vulcan broke off in a dead sprint after the man, no longer aware of anything around him. All he knew was that he had to finish his work.

[sonof2worlds-blog]

Oh. my. god... You're... Commander Spock?

Spock turned around, quickly locating where the voice had come from.

"Yes, of course. And you are?"

[ltcxmmander]

✚ -Sonof2worlds

✚:Stab with a knife / sword / blade.

“Spock…”

He looked down at the blade still embedded in his side. It didn’t hurt, not yet, but it would start to rather soon, and very badly.

“Why?”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

Spock only twitched in response, one corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. With a swift tug, he pulled the blade out of the man’s side, jerking to a halt with the blade lingering in the space between them.

He twitched again, this time shaking his whole frame, and when his eyes re-opened, then were full of concern. He dropped the blade without a thought, and his hand went instantly to the back of his neck. "Mr. Scott… This damned thing…"

Within a split second, his eyes narrowed, the look of concern vanished. Jerkily, he grabbed the blade from the ground.

[ltcxmmander]

Scotty doubled over when the blade came out, face twisting in pain. Pressing both hands, hard, to the wound, he grimaced up at Spock. Startlingly, the man’s face was full of concern, which soon morphed back to the cruelty he had seen the split second before he had been stabbed. What was going on?

He scrambled away, shoving one hand into his belt and grabbing his phaser. “Stay back, Mr. Spock.”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

Swiftly, Spock took a step forward, the blade held strongly in front of him. Face snarled into an almost smile, he said, "I seem to be malfunctioning. I will have to work quickly." His voice, somehow, sounded more cold and emotionless than usual. Frankly, it sounded robotic.

With another step forward, Spock knocked the phaser from Mr. Scott's hand.

His eyes widened desperately, as he tossed the blade away as well.

"There's a head start. Run," he said, his voice sounding normal, but distraught.  

[ltcxmmander]

✚ -Sonof2worlds

✚:Stab with a knife / sword / blade.

“Spock…”

He looked down at the blade still embedded in his side. It didn’t hurt, not yet, but it would start to rather soon, and very badly.

“Why?”

[sonof2worlds-blog]

Spock only twitched in response, one corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. With a swift tug, he pulled the blade out of the man's side, jerking to a halt with the blade lingering in the space between them.

He twitched again, this time shaking his whole frame, and when his eyes re-opened, then were full of concern. He dropped the blade without a thought, and his hand went instantly to the back of his neck. "Mr. Scott... This damned thing..."

Within a split second, his eyes narrowed, the look of concern vanished. Jerkily, he grabbed the blade from the ground.

[sonof2worlds-blog]

Stunning certainly, but tricky nonetheless. [The crewman handed Spock a test tube that curled around his finger like a small snake, though it still felt glass] There's nothing you can store this chemical in except the plant it comes from, presumably because it is already alive. As far as we can tell there's no way to reverse the effects of this phenomenon. We can not figure what is causing it without use of our equipment, which starts to move the moment the substance is introduced.

Spock's eyes narrowed.

"That is definitely a problem. So long as we keep it relatively contained until we reach a star base, it should be alright."

And suddenly, it occurred to both of them that the door to the room was wide open. Of course, as a result, now animate items were scurrying their way out of the room and down the hallway.

[fuck-uhura]

I would like to extend a hug to all of my fellow Trekkies today because I know we all need it.

[thestoriesbeyond]

Star Trek: Into Darkness + behind the scenes [x]

[fringecomix]

For the many hours we spent together exploring the impossible… a small thank you.