Continuing translations of what Spock probably meant to say in The Sparrow People by @wingittofreedom, based on the idea that Spock’s affection manifests as a need to correct. And so does his protective instinct.
Chapter 2: D4G
“Ensign Muñoz,” he said, nodding one of the communications officers. “Call a beam up for the four of you. I’ll take the shuttle back.” At least he’d be alone this way.
“Captain, your order cannot be carried out as stated,” Spock said. Jim involuntarily clenched his teeth. “I will accompany you as Starfleet regulation 91.4 states that a minimum of two personnel are required to—”
Translation: Jim, I cannot leave you here. I must protect you.
both
“Did you perform a check of supplemental life support systems?”
and
“Our fuel levels are below 40%.”
Translation: I wish to ascertain you are not taking risks with your own safety.
“The Minister of Cultural Affairs insulted you.”
Translation: He was both cruel and incorrect, and while I can acknowledge that your silence was perhaps to Starfleet’s diplomatic benefit, it displeases me that you did not defend yourself.
Special Mention
“Captain, if we do not survive, I would like you to know—”
“Jesus, Spock, what’s it with you and getting all sentimental at the last minute?” Jim snapped, mind skittering over the memory of another conversation in a different ship (“Spock, it’ll work”). He yanked on the throttle again, trying to level them out as they hurtled downwards. “We’re not gonna die. We’re going to be fine, and then we can go back to hating each other.”
“I do not hate you,” Spock said, oddly quiet but still audible over the rushing sound of the wind.
Note: Between the imminent danger and Jim’s interruption, I think Spock did a good job here saying exactly what he meant. I just want to point out
@wingittofreedom wrote this in response to a comment on Man of War.
Spock expresses love by telling people they're wrong (esp. when he's trying to protect them)--probably because that's how his father showed love for him--but Jim is human and doesn't know that :(
It caught my attention not only as a fascinating character interpretation, but also as a new way to look at @wingittofreedom‘s other writing. I’d already been avidly curious about Spock’s perspective in The Sparrow People, and rereading it with this in mind gutted me so bad. There’s plenty of miscommunication and obliviousness on the surface of this story, but there’s even more packed in just beneath.
I started going through scene by scene writing out what I think Spock meant to say based on this insight. After sharing a sample and getting permission and encouragement from the author, I’m opening the angst here to general viewing.
I decided to post the chapters separately for now both to reduce the length and so I don’t have to wait for The Sparrow People to finish, but I might compile it all at the end if anyone’s interested.
Chapter 1: Spinoza
“Spinoza’s Ethics,” Spock said, observing the spine. “Why such a volume?”
[…]
“It just seemed really interesting—I never went to college other than the Academy don’t cha know,” Jim said, a Midwestern idiom slipping accidentally into his hasty speech as he gestured with his hands. “—and I guess I wanted to know what the deal was? I don’t know anything about philosophy, and I don’t really get a lot of what he’s saying, but well, I bet you’ve read it.” Jim stopped himself before he could babble any more, forcibly stilling his hands.
Spock’s head did a micro-tilt. “Yes. He is considered to be irrelevant and rather simplistic by the majority of Vulcans,” he said.
Translation: I commend your desire to pursue education beyond the Academy curriculum. Yet, it is unfortunate that you have begun with this particular philosopher.
“However you mistook my question. I merely wished to inquire why you had chosen to read a paper volume rather than a digital one. Such a choice seems illogical.”
Translation: It is an unusual choice requiring the dedication of personal resources, yet I do not perceive any gain. I wish to understand.
“Yes, I’m prepared [for the mission tomorrow]. We went over everything during that last away-team meeting,” he said tightly, beating down the anger as best he could. “And I was planning to do the Starbase 14 paperwork tonight.”
In a gesture that couldn’t have been an accident, Spock’s gaze flicked to the book on the table and Jim had to physically stop himself from cringing as Spock’s gaze returned to him, again settling just above Jim’s eyes.
“You may recall that you also stated that you were prepared for the mission on Adrastea Prime however that was not the case.”
Translation: You made the same claim for the mission on Adrastea Prime, during which your separation from security as you sought to salvage the situation alone meant I could not ascertain nor ensure your safety. Unfortunately, to trust your assurance again would constitute a risk of recurrence which I refuse to afford.
“You may also remember that the Dzha’al have strict laws regarding physical contact and I wish to emphasize the importance of you upholding them no matter your typical instincts.”
Translation: I am aware that you are a highly tactile being and mean no offense or particular intimacy by touch, however the Dzha’al will not afford you this understanding. I wish to provide impetus for you to exercise the dedicated awareness and control necessary to restrain such instinctive behavior.
“I wished to personally ensure that you are prepared,” Spock said, not budging. “Are you amenable?”
Fanart of making sure my brother has both his arms by the time he turns 18: a story (Part #2.5)
by lulu_lisbon on ao3 (@i-hate-mushrooms)
not part #3 bc sometimes you decide to draw on your tablet/computer for the first time in years and forget that everything is not automatically backed up and accidentally permanently delete all the art you've made since getting reacquainted with said tablet. fml. at least there were only 2 pieces there to even be deleted, this one and an original work, but my god if this isn't really frustrating >=<
in any case, miraculously I took a screenshot of the fanart while it was still in it's somewhat finalised, still very ugly, draft phase and emailed it to myself for no reason, so like??? divine intervention???? possession??? I have something. started working on this as soon as I'd finished reading c.13, (the feels, brainrot, etc. etc. we all get the deal) and I'm really glad that 20 days of work wasn't wasted.
so here we are. preview time. smth of a reminder to myself that it wasn't all bad and that things are salvageable when you really like what you do even if the situation sucks. (switching styles to the more classic anime lineart and having to redo that, is perhaps the source of much dread, but! perseverence! optimism! I now know the direct route I need to take to make things pretty!)
thus I give you animestyle!tomoe in the process of being re-lined :DD
