#adhd spock

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ID: a drawing of Spock with his eyes closed and a slight smile stimming by flapping his hands. He is in front of a rainbow background. End ID

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Adhd Spock & autistic Kirk my beloveds

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Still

800 words - G - Family/Grief/Angst with a Happy Ending - autistic Spock & Sarek

If he were human, Sarek might call this deja vu. But there is nothing ephemeral or illogical about the familiarity of the current moment. Though separated by half a century, today is much the same as the day he first attempted to guide Spock in meditation.

Spock was five years old then, a wriggling, restless child. He is fifty six years old now, and also thirty four days old, and also somehow so much younger and so much older than either. He is just as restless.

“Spock,” Sarek chides. Spock twitches, but his eyes remain closed. “Stop moving.”

Spock’s hands falter in their rhythmic motion. They do not still. They hang in front of him, wavering, and then drop to his lap and twist into the edge of his robe.

“You will not achieve a meditative state if you cannot sit still.”

“Then I may not achieve it.” Spock opens his eyes and deflates slightly. Frustration leeches into the Vulcan syllables. Sarek nearly sighs.

“You are capable,” he says. “You’ve done it before, many times.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Then you must take my word for it.”

Spock does sigh then, and Sarek permits a hint of disapproval to show on his face.

“Maintain your composure. I know you to be capable of this.”

Spock closes his eyes and his hands rise to twist together in front of his chest. “Why is stillness necessary for meditation?”

“To control the body is to control the mind,” Sarek intones. “Stop that. Are you not aware of the movement of your hands?”

“I am aware of it.”

“Then what is the problem?”

He raises an eyebrow. “That is an excellent question.”

Sarek fixes his son with a stone faced stare. “Spock. Take this seriously. Learning this skill is essential.”

“I am entirely serious,” Spock says, and opens his eyes again to peer down at his hands. He presses his palms firmly together until his shoulders shake slightly with the pressure. Then he steeples his fingers in front of his face and sits forward, staring down at the ground between them. He is suddenly completely still, and for a moment Sarek believes he may be able to resume his instruction.

As he opens his mouth to speak, movement ripples through Spock. He shifts, folding his legs underneath himself. His hands flutter as they tug at his robe.

Sarek is overcome with a memory from half a century ago, one he’s revisited frequently as of late.

As he led young Spock up the rough stone steps toward the meditation area, the child was incorrigibly pleased. His hands fluttered. His feet skipped as he bounced along beside Sarek, his linen robes dancing. Sarek advised him to calm himself, to be still. But each time he turned back, Spock was bubbling with energy again, a smile sneaking onto his face.

At the time Sarek experienced difficulty. Yet when he recalls the memory now, what lingers in his mind is only the warmth of his son’s smile.

For a moment he isn’t sure why this particular memory pathway is so well traveled, but then the reason strikes him with the force of a physical blow. He visited it repeatedly after learning of Spock’s death.

He is suddenly awash in darker memories of that day. Of the soul-deep katric pain. Of Amanda’s tears, and of his own. Of the vast deserts of sorrow he’d been lost in before the conviction set in that Kirk would put things to right.

He crashes out of the memories and back to himself to find his hands shaking where he holds them in his lap. He blinks down at them and tries to still them, tries to return his mind to the present. It is illogical to dwell on the past. It is illogical to still feel sorrow. Spock is alive. Fifty years have passed since they first climbed those steps, and Spock has crossed the boundaries of the universe and come back brand new, but he is still sitting in front of Sarek on the smooth plateau of the meditation area, still fidgety and restless and human.

And Sarek’s hands are still shaking. He lifts them slowly and Spock blinks, but doesn’t flinch as he places them on the sides of Spock’s face. He stares at Sarek with wide eyes. Sarek wills his mind to take in the message his hands are sending, that Spock is here, real and solid in front of him. After a moment, he speaks.

“It is very, very fortunate that you returned to me, Spock.”

Spock raises an eyebrow. “Indeed.”

Something very nearly flicks across Sarek’s features. But he simply nods and returns his hands to his lap, twisting them into the fabric of his robe. Spock slips back into his fidgeting, fluttering focus, and Sarek decides to pass the rest of this session in silence.

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ID: a drawing of Spock with his eyes closed and a slight smile stimming by flapping his hands. End ID

[scienceandstorytelling]

There are lots of autistic Spock headcanons which is awesome, but I suddenly want specifically ADHD Spock. Spock who has trouble meditating, who has an intense desire for learning but has days where he can’t process a sentence no matter how many times he reads it, Spock who fidgets and stims and gets told it’s illogical to be so excited about things, who has to shove down his passion because it’s not Vulcan and he thought maybe the emotional humans would understand but they don’t, why is he so excited about little things, Spock who can’t tell left from right and is too emotional for Vulcans so he turns to humans and they only praise him for his intelligence but he feels like a fraud because he can’t remember, he can’t focus, he can’t process, Spock who’s terrified to requisition materials for experiments because he’s afraid it’s a fleeting interest and he won’t be able to finish them and he’ll waste Starfleet resources, Spock who’s too human for the Vulcans and too Vulcan for the humans and feels like he’s constantly scrambling to catch up no matter which race he’s around, who doesn’t think he fits in with either because he’s too scatterbrained, too emotional, too quiet, too much, too little, and no Vulcan wants to hear him get excited about science but no human wants to hear him talk about it either, Spock who‘s a first officer and a renowned scientist and is constantly arguing with his own brain, ADHD Spock