Plot: Spock begins to notice an unusual anger coursing through him. With the only reason he can find, being You and Samuel Kirk.
Pairing: Spock (SNW) x GN!Reader
Request: Jealous Spock - pre relationship
Requested By: @anonymousewrites
Warnings: None!
Words: 2.2k
As the sound of your laugh met Spock's ears, he felt his pulse quicken as his eyes darted around. Spotting you in a nearby lounge room, his lip quirked as he spotted a bright smile on your face.
But as his eyes moved to the person your smile was directed at, Spock felt his stomach twist. Samuel Kirk was sitting beside you, showing you something on his personal PAD.
Spock wasn't sure why he suddenly felt, what he could only describe as, angry, as he saw the two of you so close, laughing and smiling together. He and Sam were not particularly close, but why should he make Spock feel like this? How did his mood shift so quickly?
As he looked between the two of you, a thought crossed his mind. Were you two dating? Spock was almost startled at how this thought made him feel. If you were happy, he should be happy. So why wasn't he?
"Spock?"
Spock's eyes met the curious gaze of Commander Riley's. "Commander." He greeted, trying his best to not look back over at you.
"You okay Spock? You look pretty angry."
Spock rose a brow as he tried to collect himself "I am not."
She was clearly unconvinced but just smiled softly "Alright, if you say so."
"I did say so. Excuse me, I am late for a meeting with the Captain." Spock said curtly before he continued down the hall.
Una watched after him before looking into the nearby room. Her eyes quickly found you and Sam as you sat together. Una smiled softly, understanding much quicker than Spock, what was going on in his own mind.
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As Spock walked swiftly down the hall and towards your station, he ignored the impatient feeling in his chest. Ever since he saw you and Sam earlier, he had been wanting to know more about what was going on between you.
He attempted to convince himself that it was solely to make sure you two could remain profession if you were in a relationship. But even he was not so oblivious to his own feelings to know that was a lie. He just wanted to know if you were together. He wanted to know if you were happy. No matter how much the thought of you and Sam together seemed to irk him.
Entering into the room, his eyes scanned around for you. He felt an ache of disappointment when he saw you were not at your station.
"Ensign." He called out to the one in your place. "Where is Lieutenant L/n?"
"Oh, they're with Lieutenant Kirk working on a project."
"A project? Which project?"
The ensign shrugged "I don't know Sir, but they should be just down the hall."
Spock nodded his head as he began to make his way to where he would hopefully find you. Were you skipping out on your shifts just to spend time with Kirk? He took in a deep breath as his chest tightened at the thought.
Hearing your voice in a nearby room, he stepped in spotting you immediately. You were leaning over Kirk's PAD, showing him something.
Spock took in a deep breath "Y/n."
You looked in up surprise as you heard your name. Spock rarely called you by your first name, especially when on duty. You felt your ears burn a bit "Yes?"
"Captain Pike wants you in the mission debriefing."
Looking at the time you mumbled under your breath as you turned to Sam. "You got it from here?"
He smiled at you "Yeah thanks. I'll show you later."
You smiled at him as you began to follow Spock out of the room. Your eyes scanned Spock's face, and you could tell something was off. His face was usually blank, but calm. Now, he had wrinkles in his forehead, and his jaw was clenched tight.
"Is something wrong Spock?"
He looked over at you briefly "No."
You looked forward, feeling a pang in your chest. Something was definitely wrong, but he clearly did not want to discuss it with you
Spock silently chastised himself for his tone as he replied to you. He was not surprised that you could tell something was wrong with him. You could always tell what he was feeling, even when he did not, like now.
After a few moments of silence, Spock could no longer hold in his curiosity. Speaking, in a tone he thought was casual, he glanced over at you "What project are you and Lieutenant Kirk working on?"
Spock's tone was abnormally monotone. "Uhm, I was just helping him figure out what to do for the anniversary."
You saw Spock hesitate in his step for a moment. He looked over at you, clearly stunned "Anniversary? I was unaware you two had been together long enough to have one."
Now it was you who hesitated, well, more like stumbled. "What?" You let out a surprised laugh "No, not mine and Sam's anniversary, his and his wife's anniversary...did you not know he was married?"
Spock now stopped fully as he looked down at you. "No, I did not."
"And you thought he and I were....dating?"
Spock stared at you for a moment "Well, I had seen the two of you recently. And you seemed close, so I assumed."
"Well you assumed wrong." You chuckled as you continued to walk "I was just helping him set up a surprise for her."
Spock watched you closely, feeling a warmth spreading in his chest, and an almost overwhelming feeling of relief. As he felt a smile begin to form on his face, he quickly pushed it down.
"That is very kind of you. I am sorry for making such an assumption without more information."
It was almost impossible not to notice that Spock's voice had lightened considerably, and his face was no longer clenched in distress.
You couldn't help but consider it had something to do with him assuming you and Sam were a couple. You looked over at him and spoke softly "It is a bit unlike you."
"Yes. I agree."
Looking up, Spock noticed you were growing close to the debriefing room. Stopping again, he looked down at you. Before he could speak, he heard both your names called by Pike, who had just arrived as well.
As you were ushered inside, Spock was forced to keep his thought for later. And forced to deal with the impatience that would come with it.
Walking out of the room, and saying goodbye to Uhura and Nhan, you were left with the odd feeling that had settled in your chest.
During the entire mission debriefing, you were aware of Spock's almost constant gaze. Every time you looked over at him, he was looking at you. The only times he was not, was when the Captain asked him a question, but even then, sometimes his eyes would flick back over to you, if only for a second.
This unsettled you, but not in a discomforting way. It made you feel shy, and almost hopeful. The way his mood had shifted from before assuming you and Sam were a couple, to after when he learned this was not true. Something changed, something you had been waiting for. For him to look at you, to see you.
"Y/n."
You felt your heart leap in your chest as Spock's voice came from behind you.
Stopping, and turning, you felt your face and ears burn a bit hotter. "Sir." You greeted, your voice small.
"I was hoping you might be free to have dinner with me tonight."
Your breath seemed to vanish as you stared up at him. "Uh, dinner? Yeah- yes, I'm free."
Spock nodded, and the ghost of a smile sat on his face. "Good. At seven in my quarters then?"
You nodded, clearly bewildered, and even more so when he bowed slightly and let without another word. You watched him disappear before letting out a soft breath "What just happened?"
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Sitting down across from Spock, your heart was beating heavily, your breaths almost forced to stay even. You looked around Spock's quarters, as he set a drink down in front of you.
"Thank you." You said politely as you looked down at the food in front of you.
You felt your ears burning as you realized it was one of your favorite meals. How did he know?
Spock, as if reading your mind, spoke smoothly "I inquired from Captain Pike if the two of you had discussed food, since both of you enjoy cooking. He informed me that this was one of your favorites."
You nodded lightly with a smile "It is, thank you. That's very considerate of you."
As he nodded his head lightly, you thought you saw a small smile, but it passed quickly. As you began to eat, Spock seemed to be lost in thought, so you gently cleared your throat "I have to admit, I was a bit surprised that you asked me to have dinner with you, let alone in your quarters."
Spock shrugged his head "Yes, I know it is very unusual of me to have asked. And the setting I am sure, seems quite personal. But there was a reason behind it."
You smiled "Yes, I assumed so. I hope there's noting wrong?"
"No, there is nothing wrong. Not in the sense, that I am seeking your help for anything."
You nodded softly as you took a bite of food. "I see."
"I thought the topic of conversation I wished to bring up, would be too personal to have in the mess hall."
Your felt your chest tighten "Oh, okay." You nodded, clearly perplexed.
"I lied to you, earlier today in the hall after I found you with Lieutenant Kirk, when you asked if something was wrong." You rose your brow and he continued. "Again, there is nothing wrong in the sense that I a requesting your help, though it does have something to do with you."
"With me?"
He nodded lightly "I was....effected by the thought I had, that you and Samuel Kirk were a couple. At first I thought maybe what I was feeling was due to mine and Kirk's past conflicts. But, once I learned that the two of you were not in a relationship, I felt...relieved, and even glad. It was then that I understood what I was feeling."
As he paused, his eyes locked onto yours and you were sure you stopped breathing.
"Jealousy."
You blinked as you felt your face and ears burn hotter. You swallowed and took in a sharp breath. "You were jealous?"He nodded once, and you nodded your head as well "Okay. Uhm, in what sense?" You asked curiously as you nervously played with your napkin.
Was he jealous that he thought you were in a relationship and he was not. Or was he jealous that he thought you were in a relationship with someone else?
Spock thought for a moment before realizing you were trying to find out for sure what he was jealous about. "I was jealous in the sense that I thought Samuel Kirk was with you, and I was not."
Your mouth fell agape as you processed what he said. "Oh." You muttered softly.
"This makes you uncomfortable?"
You shook your head "No, no it doesn't, it just surprises me that's all."
He frowned a bit "In a...pleasant way?" He asked cautiously.
Realizing he must be struggling to figure out your feelings as you struggled to find your thoughts, you let out a bewildered chuckle.
"Oh, yes, yes it's a good surprise. I mean, I just, never thought you would ever be interested, or even think of me in that way at all."
"I am sorry I never made it more obvious. I must confess, I was unsure if what I was feeling was romantic affection for you, or platonic, as I do consider you a friend. But after the jealousy I felt today, I understand now which it was. And I hope I can assume, since it is a pleasant surprise for you, that you feel the same?"
You were both surprised and amused in the almost shy edge to his voice as he spoke. The way his eyes were a bit wider as he talked, clearly in new territory, and almost nervous.
You smiled at him and nodded "Yes, I do."
"Then, would it be alright, for me to ask if I could court you?"
Your eyebrows shot up a bit "Court me? As in for marriage?"
"That is a common connection. But in this case, I would take notes from a more human stand-point, that I believe you would call 'dating'."
You let out an almost relieved sigh "So, you are asking if you want to date me, like, be my boyfriend? Or whatever the Vulcan equivalent is of that?"
You saw Spock's lips curl into a small smile "Yes, if you would have me, that is."
Feeling a chill run through your body, you smiled, almost shyly. "Yes, Spock, I would have you."
His smile widened a bit as he reached across the table and placed his hand on top of yours. "I am glad. I very much desire to explore these feelings with you Y/n."
You felt your chest grow warmth as he smiled at you, something you did not often see. Looking down at your hands, you turned yours over, so your palms met.
Locking your eyes with him again, you grinned "As am I."
xx End xx
Hope you enjoyed! I struggled a bit with it lol
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Captain’s Log: The mass insanity we have tracked across this section of the galaxy seems to have already touched the planet Deneva. That planet, colonized over a century ago, is one of the most beautiful in the galaxy.
“Planet development is normal, Captain,” reported Spock. “Originally colonized as a freighting line base in this area.”
“Aye, they make regular trips from here carrying supplies to the asteroid belt for the miners and bringing cargo out,” said Scotty. “I’ve made the run a couple of times myself as an engineering advisor.”
“No Federation contacts for over a year,” said Spock.
“Captain, we’ve made contact with your private transmitter, sir,” said (Y/N). They bit their lip in worry.
“Put it on audio,” said Kirk.
“Please hurry! Help us!” cried the voice of a desperate woman over the comms. “I don’t have much time! They’ll know! Please! Please, help us!”
(Y/N) sucked in a breath at the woman’s cries.
“Aurelan! This is Jim on the Enterprise,” said Kirk. “Repeat your message.”
Nothing.
“Contact broken, sir,” said (Y/N) worriedly.
“Reestablish,” ordered Kirk in concern.
(Y/N) tried to use the controls, and Uhura joined them, but to no avail. “I’m sorry, sir, it’s gone.”
“I’m not interested in your excuses, Lieutenant. Reestablish contact with that transmitter,” said Kirk sharply.
“Captain, I understand you’re worried—” indeed, his concern was swirling around him like a storm “—but I’m afraid that’s impossible right now. They stopped broadcasting and aren’t acknowledging our signal.”
Kirk stood straight. “Keep trying to raise them.”
“Of course, sir,” said (Y/N).
“Jim, do you know who that was?” asked Bones.
“Yes,” replied Kirk. “You were right a while back. My brother Sam lives on Deneva. He’s a research biologist. That woman…It sounded like his wife, Aurelan.”
No wonder Kirk’s so upset, his family is down there, thought (Y/N). I hope we’re able to help the people of Deneva.
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“Lieutenant (L/N)? Mr. Spock?” asked Kirk as they entered the transporter room. “Status report?”
“Lieutenant Uhura is still monitoring all channels, but so far no further response,” said (Y/N).
“Sensors report the expected the number of humans on the planet surface; however, they are strangely quiet,” said Spock. “Very little activity.”
Kirk furrowed his brow and turned to the other members of his landing party. “I’ll want a complete transcript of everything that happens down there, Yeoman.”
“Yes, sir,” responded the officer.
“Let’s go.” Kirk led the way onto the transporter. Together with Spock, Bones, (Y/N), Yeoman Zahra, Scotty, and a security officer, he beamed down.
The group materialized on Deneva. The sun shone above them, and a soft breeze blew. It was a perfect paradise for all intents and purposes. But something was wrong. There was no one around, not a single human or even humanoid.
“There are almost a million inhabitants of Deneva. There’s more than 100,000 in this city alone,” said Kirk as they walked. “Where is everyone?”
“They are here, Captain, in the buildings,” reported Spock, reading from the tricorder.
“It feels oddly quiet,” murmured (Y/N).
“My brother’s lab is over there,” said Kirk, pointing and leading them forward.
“Captain, several people approaching,” said Spock.
“Get away! Get away!” shouted several men, running at them. “We don’t want to hurt you! Go back! Beat it! Go back! Get of out here, please!”
(Y/N) recoiled from the strange combination of aggression and fear coming from them. Oh, and the fact that they were running at them with weapons was foreboding too.
“Stand by to fire,” said Kirk as the men approached. “Fire!” The Enterprise officers fired, and the men crumbled to the ground. Hesitantly, the group approached to examine their stunned bodies. “Did you hear what they said?” murmured Kirk.
“Indeed, they seemed most concerned for our safety,” said Spock.
“But they tried to brain us with these clubs,” said Kirk.
“I felt aggression and fear around them, which means both what they said and they did was somehow true and real,” said (Y/N). “But one mind cannot be so paradoxically conflicted.” They glanced at Bones. “Are they any diseases that could fracture their mind?”
“A plethora of psychological ones, but those don’t infect a large group like this one,” said Bones. “The only thing my recorder is picking up is that their nervous systems are unconscious like this. While stunned, they should just be doing routine autonomic activity, right? But I’m getting a very high reading, as though even in their unconscious state, they’re being violently stimulated.”
What? thought (Y/N). Is something inside them, controlling them?
A woman’s scream echoed through the air, and the group looked up in search of the source.
“Fan out and follow me!” ordered Kirk, drawing his phaser and running off in the direction of the cry. It was coming from his brother’s lab building, and he ripped open the door to race in.
Inside, the body of a man and a young boy lay on the ground, and a young woman was screaming, “They’re here! They’re here! Help me!”
“Aurelan, it’s Jim!” Kirk held her tightly, trying to calm her down.
(Y/N) reached out, touched Aurelan’s shoulder gently, and drew her panic from her. Aurelan went limp in Kirk’s arms as the adrenaline rushed from her, exhausting her body. Kirk set her down in a nearby chair.
“You’re safe now,” said Kirk.
“Is this your brother, Jim?” asked Bones hesitantly, examining the bodies.
Kirk looked up sharply. Slowly, he knelt by his brother’s body while Bones examined the child. Sadness clouded around Kirk as he realized his brother was dead.
“Oh, Sam…” he murmured. “It is my brother. Was…my brother.”
“I’m sorry, Captain,” said (Y/N), eyes softening.
“The boy is alive,” said Bones. “Thank god.”
Kirk looked at the boy. “Peter?”
The boy furrowed his brow and briefly opened his eyes, but he was weak and quickly closed his eyes again. (Y/N) was thankful he was not dealing with the extreme panic of his mother, but they were worried about his health nonetheless. Physical and mental torment were equally unpleasant.
“I better get the boy and the mother back to the ship, Jim,” said Bones. “I can’t do much for them down here.”
Kirk nodded. “Get ready to beam up.”
Spock entered the room, his check of the labs complete. He saw Kirk and glanced at (Y/N), who nodded to the body of Sam sadly. Spock understood what had happened instantly. “Captain, I understand how you—”
“Yes. Yes, Mr. Spock,” said Kirk, sighing. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on the issues at hand. “You heard my sister-in-law say something about ‘they’ being here. Your guess?”
“Notice the ventilator, Captain,” said Spock.
(Y/N) looked up and saw the vent was broken and a metal plate pushed over the opening, like it was trying to be blocked off.
“Apparently, they were trying to keep something outside from getting in,” said Spock.
“I think it got in,” murmured (Y/N) sadly.
“But that doesn’t make sense. There were no life-forms reported,” said Kirk, furrowing his brow. “Our sensors didn’t pick up anything that didn’t belong here.”
“That is correct,” said Spock. “I am at a loss to understand it.”
“Ready to beam up, Captain,” said Bones. “I’d like you to be on board when your sister-in-law regains consciousness. (L/N), you too in case she panics.”
Spock raised an eyebrow. “Taking on strong emotions is trying on Lieutenant (L/N)’s health. Are you sure it is not dangerous to have them there?”
(Y/N) smiled and patted his shoulder. “I can handle a little bit of it, and I want to be there for the boy anyways.”
Spock furrowed his brow but quickly became impassive once more. He wished to argue more, but if (Y/N) was not arguing and as it was the logical use of their abilities since there was no one to communicate with on Deneva, he would let them go, even if Spock was displeased.
“Take charge of the landing party, Mr. Spock,” ordered Kirk. “I want some answers to all this.”
(Y/N) smiled comfortingly at Spock before standing by Kirk, Bones, and the two patients and getting beamed back up to the Enterprise.
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(Y/N) sat on a chair in between Aurelan and Peter, waiting for them to awake and watching for any hysteria they needed to handle. Confusion appeared in wisps as Aurelan opened her eyes weakly.
“Captain, she’s awake,” called (Y/N).
“Aurelan,” said Kirk, his voice soft and gentle in case his sister-in-law was scared. “Aurelan, it’s Jim.”
“Jim?” asked Aurelan, struggling to focus on his voice. “Sam, he’s—He’s dead!” His breathing quickened, and (Y/N) kept their hand over her forehead in case it grew stronger.
Kirk held her hand tightly to ground her. “But your son is still alive.” Relief washed over Aurelan at the news that Peter was alright. “You’ve got to help us,” said Kirk.
Aurelan narrowed her eyes as if finally realizing what was going on. “You are here. It is you, Jim.”
Kirk and (Y/N) exchanged worried glances at her confusion. “Yes, I’m here,” repeated Kirk. “Aurelan, you have to tell us what happened to you and the others.”
“Who?” pressed Kirk. (Y/N) wanted to help him ask but kept quiet to let him soothe Aurelan with a familiar face.
“Things!” Aurelan’s voice and face betrayed the fear in her as much as the fog of it around her did. “Horrible things! Visitors brought them in their vessel from a planet, Ingraham B!”
“What kind of things?” asked Kirk.
“Not the ship’s crew’s fault,” murmured Aurelan. “The things made them bring their ship here.”
So these things can control people. That explains the incident earlier, thought (Y/N).
“Aurelan, it’s important that you tell us what kind of things,” said Kirk.
“Not their fault,” repeated Aurelan, squeezing her eyes shut and pain flickered through her like shocks of electricity.
She cried out in agony. (Y/N) wrenched backwards as the pain flared up and touched their skin. The health display on the wall began beeping wildly. Bones brought in a hypo and pressed it into Aurelan in order to calm her body once again.
“It’s as if she’s fighting to get answers out,” observed (Y/N), rubbing their hand where the pain and fear at stung them. “It’s like something’s hurting her when she tries to tell us the truth.”
“They use it to control us,” said Aurelan weakly. She let her head fall to the side to look at Kirk. “They’re spreading, Jim. They need us to be their arms and legs. They’re forcing us to build ships for them.” (Y/N) had to stand as the pain built up again and Aurelan fought against it. “Don’t let them! Don’t let them go any further!”
She screamed in complete agony. At the peak of her cry, she froze, and the sound cut off. Her eyes widened for a moment before she collapsed back into the bed, and the monitor flatline.
Aurelan was dead.
Kirk stood and looked over at a still-unconscious Peter. He met Bones’s gaze and hesitated before saying, “My brother’s son. Save him.”
Bones looked back at Kirk. Uncharacteristically soft, he nodded and said, “I’ll do everything I can, Jim, to save him.”
Kirk nodded. “(L/N), we need to return to Deneva to continue investigating. Do you think you’ll be able to sense when someone is infected by these…things?”
(Y/N) considered for a moment, frowning. “I think so. The aggression in the men who attacked us was likely from the entities controlling them.”
“Then let’s beam down. We need to keep these things from spreading.”
“Yes, sir.”
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“Report,” asked Kirk as soon as they had met up with the landing party again.
Spock paused for a moment to glance at (Y/N) to gage their energy levels. Satisfied that they were alright, he said, “The streets are extraordinarily quiet, Captain. We’ve seen no other Denevans. And the ones we stunned earlier were gone when we came out.”
“Have you seen any kind of creature or alien form?” questioned (Y/N).
“None,” said Scotty. “Just that noise we heard.”
“A peculiar buzzing sound,” described Spock. “We were about to investigate it.”
“Alright,” said Kirk musingly. “Let’s go find out what it is. Set your phasers to Force 3, to kill.” Kirk was taking no chances. “We’re looking for some kind of creature, and we already know it will kill.”
The group walked into a greenhouse building and began creeping through the halls. No one appeared around them, but no “thing” did either. However, the low buzzing was growing louder as they went. Whatever was creating it was close by. As it changed to a sucking sound, (Y/N) cringed and looked around for the source but saw nothing.
Kirk motioned for the security officer to stay up on the small dais while the rest of the group crept towards the open green room. After a few more steps forward, he stopped. “There!”
Kirk pointed at the low ceiling of a doorway where several slimy creatures were attached to the top. One creature fell and flew towards them. The officers ducked and watched as it chittered and circled them.
“Form a ring!” ordered Kirk.
The creature swooped down at them, but they dodged away and watched in, completely alert.
“Fire!”
(Y/N) fired with their colleagues, and one thing fell to the ground (hopefully dead). However, several more detached from the walls of the inner rooms of the building and began gliding around and out the doors. Keeping their phaser up, they covered Kirk and Spock as they examined the creature.
“Incredible,” said Spock as he looked at his tricorder. “Not only should it have been destroyed by our phasers, it does not even register on my tricorder.”
“That explains why the life form readings seemed normal,” said (Y/N).
“Captain,” said Zahra fearfully. “It doesn’t even look real.”
“It is not life as we know or understand it,” said Spock.
“And yet here it is,” murmured (Y/N), gazing at it.
“And it can bear up under full phaser power,” said Kirk in frustration.
“Captain, I suggest we risk taking it aboard,” said Spock.
Kirk shook his head glanced around. “It’s too closed in here. It may be a trap. Let’s move out.”
As they turned their backs and began walking, the creature they presumed dead jumped up and flew towards them. (Y/N) sensed the sudden aggression and turned in time to see it land on Spock’s back.
“Spock!” cried (Y/N) in worry, catching him as he stumbled to the ground. As they held him, Kirk grabbed the creature and tried to pull it from his back. He ripped it off, and Spock weakly remained in (Y/N)’s arms, gasping in pain. (Y/N) held him up as Kirk contacted the Enterprise. Oh, Spock…Please be alright.
He waited in a corner of the tent with his and Spock’s luggage. They did not have many belongings. And probability suggested that they would not need their possessions where they were going. But the elders had advised them to carry certain essentials with them, in the event that they might be shown a degree of mercy.
All around him, families and kin sat huddled close to each other. Bonded couples openly held hands; all sense of propriety abandoned. The invalid and infirm held pills of belkai in their palms, debating whether to take the option of euthanasia or to join their people in whatever was in store for them.
A small unit of the planet’s financial services worked busily in the corner, organizing the real estate and monetary affairs of the wealthier citizens. Wills were being written and notarized hastily and credits were being transferred to off-world accounts. It was unclear who this meager wealth would go to. The majority of it would presumably be used to maintain their lone embassy on Earth. The remainder would perhaps be claimed by rightful heirs many years later, that is, if any of them survived.
In the distance, Sarek watched his son as he supervised the final flight checks for the first ship. In his gaze, was a lifetime of regret and heartbreak. For 28 long years, he had held his son at arm’s length-- ashamed of his human emotionalism, his quick temper, and his ability to cut through the many hypocrisies of Vulcan society.
None of it mattered anymore.
These few hours were all they had left.
Sarek longed to go to Spock and apologize to him, to hold him and tell him how deeply he loved him.
One word request: Spock - Comfort
A/N: I’m back!!! I’m so sorry this took so long, I had no inspiration and a ton of work to do. I’ll be extremely busy these upcoming two weeks, so I’ll see what I can finish and what not. Again, I’m so sorry this took so long, and also it’s not proof read. I feel like I need to put at least something out there. As always, enjoy reading!! :)
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of death. please do not read this if this subject triggers you!
Your eyes snap open. You’re quick to notice fresh tears on your cheeks. Frustratedly, you drag your fingers across your cheeks to get them away. As you sit up, you rest your head against the wall and close your eyes.
It’s been like this for over two weeks and you hate it. You just want a good night’s sleep. Even if it’s just for one night. The nightmares started two weeks ago, when Enterprise received a distress call from another Starfleet vessel. The ship was in trouble and since Enterprise was closest by, Captain Kirk put the original mission on stop and set course for the Starfleet vessel.
When you reached the coordinates, it was too late. The ship was completely destroyed. At first, you were just shocked someone or something had destroyed a Starfleet vessel. But then you saw the bodies floating through space. Your breathing stopped at once when one of them got close enough for you to see. It was one of your childhood best friends.
You had known him for over ten years. You were high school best friends, and after you graduated, you both applied for Starfleet Academy and got it. You were assigned to different ships but you still made sure to call each other at least once a week.
But it looks like he wouldn’t be calling you this week. A heartbreaking whimper left your lips. All you wanted to do was to head to your quarters and just cry but you knew you had to be at your station. The hours after discovering you had lost your best friend were crushing and extremely hard, but you knew you couldn’t just abandon your duties. After all, you figured you weren’t the only one who knew someone of the other ship’s crew.
Ever since that day you’ve been having nightmares, barely getting any sleep. At first, you tried to put it out of your head, but that wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounds. You even went to Bones to ask if he could help and he gave you something to help you sleep, but so far it didn’t work.
You decide to get up, even though it’s in the middle of the night. Looks like you’re going to need a lot of coffee to get through the day. You put on a sweater and your boots and open the door of your quarters.
You mindlessly wander through the corridors, occasionally running into someone who was working the night shift. You simply nodded at them and continued to walk. When you walk past the doors to the mess hall, you figured you could get a snack or something to drink.
When you enter the mess hall you notice someone else sitting there. You don’t really pay attention to the crew member, given that it’s probably someone working the night shift. When you get a cup of fresh tea and turn around to go and sit somewhere, you notice it’s not someone who’s usually on the night shift.
Spock is always on his station during the day. You didn’t expect him to be awake during the night. You figured he’d try and get as many sleep as he could get. He’d probably think that’s the most logical thing one can do after a long shift.
You’d lie to yourself if you’d say you didn’t like him being awake. You enjoy spending time with Spock. He’d always be able to take your mind off things.
And so you walk over to the table he’s sitting at and wait for him to see you.
‘Y/N, I didn’t know you were on the night shift?’ he says. His eyes go up and down your body, from your sweater to your boots. ‘But judging by your outfit, I’d say you couldn’t sleep?’ he says and you nod.
‘May I join you?’ you say.
‘Of course.’ he says and you sit down across from him.
‘Can I ask why you can’t sleep?’ he asks.
You shrug. ‘It just happens.’ you say.
‘Y/N, why are you being untruthful with me?’ asks Spock and you feel your cheeks heat up.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ you say softly.
‘And now you did it again. You have a tell.’ says Spock.
‘I do?’ you say. You didn’t know this.
‘Yes. The corner of your mouth moves a little when you tell a lie.’ says Spock calmly.
You sigh. ‘Okay. I lied. But the truth’s silly. And to be honest, kind of embarrassing.’ you say. Spock looks at you and gestures for you to continue.
‘Ever since the attack, I’ve been having nightmares. I know, I know, it sounds stupid but-’ ‘It does not.’ says Spock, interrupting you. You look at him with slightly raised eyebrows. ‘No?’ you say.
‘Events from the past never leave our memory. It would be stupid to not think of memories. That would mean your memory would be dysfunctional.’ says Spock. You can’t help but to let out a small chuckle. Spock always has an answer ready.
‘It just seems so childish. I’ve always been telling myself a Starfleet officer needs to stay strong. We need to make sure the universe is at peace. I can’t break down over something as small as a nightmare.’ you say. Somehow, you’re avoiding Spock’s eyes. You’re concentrating on the cup you’re holding, when Spock suddenly rests his hand on top of yours. You instantly look up at him. This is not something you’re used to.
‘Fear is not childish. It exists in many forms, nightmares being one of them. They’re not childish.’ says Spock and you smile at him.
‘Thank you, Spock.’ you say.
‘Perhaps there is something I could do to comfort you?’ he says and you feel your cheeks turn red. Not out of embarrassment this time, but because no one other than Spock is offering to comfort you. You smile again.
‘It’s okay. This is already helping. Just talking.’ you say. The two of you are silent for a few moments. The moment is broken by a yawn coming out of your mouth. You could swear you hear Spock laugh softly.
‘You should probably get some sleep.’ he says and he removes his hand from yours. You had almost forgotten it was there in the first place.
‘Yeah, I should.’ you say and you get up. You’re a bit disappointed you have to leave him already, but this was one of the rare moments you’ve had with him, so you smile anyway as you’re on your way to your quarters.
Spock didn’t know, but he helped you. You could have sworn he felt something as well when he laid his hand on top of yours. When you get back to bed, the nightmares don’t come back that night.
A/N: I hope you like it!! My ship and one word requests are currently closed. It ended January 14th. Check my post about it for more information. Here’s my blurb masterlist.
Author’s Note: The uwu is ironic but also not because oh my GOD this is the fluffiest thing I've ever written -Kelsie
Word Count: 424
You woke up quickly from an unpleasant dream and rubbed your eyes tiredly. You were a lot warmer than you were when you fell asleep. The time was unclear, seeing as you were in space and didn’t have sunlight to tell it. You needed to check your clock.
As you began to sit up, you felt a weight on your abdomen and you gasped. Spock had came in to your quarters sometime after you fell asleep and joined you in bed. That part wasn’t what shocked you, though. What shocked you was the fact that in his sleep he had instinctively held you. He was never much of a cuddler, and when he did cuddle you it was awkward and forced.
He looked relaxed now, though. Forgetting your mission to check the time, you slowly sunk back below the covers, trying not to wake the sleeping Vulcan beside you.
His mouth was opened slightly and his hair was tousled from rolling on the pillow. The more you thought of it, the more you realized that you had never seen him this relaxed before. His arm was still curled around your abdomen and he gripped at your shirt, pulling you closer.
If you didn't know any better you’d think that he was awake. He never did this when he was awake, though. He had to be asleep.
You brought your hand up to his face, brushing his hair out of the way so you could see him better. His eyebrows furrowed together as he slowly woke.
“Y/n?” He spoke, his voice groggy with sleep.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” You mumbled, pulling your hand away.
You watched his expression change as he realized the position he was in.
“I apologize,” He said, pulling his hand away from you almost instantly. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly and you had to refrain from gushing out loud. It was a lot colder without him holding you, though.
“Don’t apologize,” You smiled, cupping his face with your hand again, “You warmed me up,”
He let you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose quickly. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he watched you blush. He was always more emotional when he was sleepy.
“Hold me,” You mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He quickly obliged, both arms finding their way around you. You felt him bury his face into your hair and sigh contently.
You didn’t get emotions from Spock often, but when you did it was pure euphoria.
AU Prompt: You and your soulmate are connected through your dreams. It switches randomly between whose dream you are experiencing. You can only remember one specific detail about them from your dreams.
Plot: Y/n and Spock are intertwined by fate. Soulmate destined for each other. But, whose to say fate will make it easy for them to meet?
Pairing: Spock x GN!Reader
Warnings: None!
Note: Thank you @maydayfigment for helping inspire me to write this, and helping me hash some of it out! <3
Words: ~4.5k
As you felt yourself waking up, you knew the dream was fading away. Grasping at every memory as it faded, you repeated what you saw. "Mountains, trees, red, voice."
Your eyes opened, as those words repeated through your head. The dreams you had of your soulmates always faded so fast, and as hard as you try you can never remember them in detail. Nothing but his voice. That deep, almost melodic baritone voice.
Turning, you see you woke up twenty minutes before your alarm. Knowing it wasn't worth it to try and go back to sleep, you sat up, hanging your legs over the side of the bed. You tried again to think back on your dream. It was calm, it was always calm, so much less confusing than your dreams often were.
You repeated the words, "Mountains, trees, red, voice." You shook your head with a soft laugh. "Yeah, that helps a lot."
Dream sharing with your soulmate always started once you reached maturity. For the years that you had been having yours, you tried to remember them as best you could. Repeating words to yourself that would maybe help you remember them, but they never made enough sense to help you find out who your soulmate might be.
As much as you hated it, it was well known, that the dreams were not meant to help you find out who your soulmate was and track them down, but just to connect you to them. You would meet when you were meant too.
For everyone who starts to share the dreams of their soulmates, they each have something they can remember from these dreams that would give them that recognizable 'oh' moment when they first meet their soulmate. Usually, they remember the same detail about each other.
For some, it's visual details, like their soulmates eyes, a specific birthmark, or a scar. Or audible, like the sound of their voice, or singing. It ranges for every type of being there is, always giving you some way of knowing them personally, even if you've never met.
For you, your detail, was the sound of your soulmates voice. And every time you heard it, it sent shivers down your spine. It was deep, deeper than most you've heard, which for you, was lucky. It would be easy to recognize. Though, that time had yet to come.
Deciding that no matter how long you tried to think back on the dream, you wouldn't remember it, you stood and made your way to the shower. Taking a moment to look yourself over in the mirror, you let out a deep breath as your nerves began to settle in your stomach. Today was your first day on the USS Enterprise. The first day of a new adventure.
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Spock walked briskly down the corridor of the Starbase, his eyes straight ahead. The quick pit-stop at the Starbase to drop off the recent batch of Ensigns, and to pick up some more, as well as some higher ranked new crew-members, was coming to an end. His mind sorted through the tasks he had done, and the few left he had to complete before Enterprise was to set out.
Wading his way through a small crowd of people, Spock paid no mind to them. Suddenly, he picked up momentarily, on a familiar voice. As his steps slowed, it took him a moment to place to voice. He did not hear what was said, but he knew that voice.
Feeling his chest tighten as realization struck him, he quickly turned back, seeing that the small crowd of people had began to break apart. Walking back, he looked down the halls, listening for that voice again. Just one word wold be enough. Even as people walked past, giving him looks of confusion, he remained still, waiting.
When everyone that had been nearby was gone, Spock felt his stomach sink. You were here. You were right here. If he had actually looked at the people that were around him, if he had paid more attention instead of being so lost in his own thoughts, he may have seen you. If only you had spoken just a bit longer.
'Where do I go from here?'
Your voice repeated in his mind. Of all the dreams of yours he has shared, that was one sentence that always stuck in his mind. The only thing you've said, that he was able to remember in specific detail.
He can't remember the context of the dream, or who you were speaking too. Just that your voice was confused, afraid. Maybe that was why he was able to remember it. He woke up feeling as though you needed help. But that was nearly two years ago.
And now, you were here. Close, yet so far. Were you a member of Starfleet, or just a visitor to the Starbase?
"Mr. Spock, how are things coming?"
Spock was broken from his thoughts as he heard Pikes voice. Tapping his comm, he hesitated for a moment. "I only have one more task to complete Captain."
"Make it fast if you can."
"Yes Sir."
Spock continued to stare down the corridor. Would he hear you again before he had to leave the base? Or would he have to leave, knowing the fact that he had walked right past you, and missed the chance to find you? Knowing it could be years before he gets the chance again?
Turning, he began to continue on his way. His chest heavy with emotion he was finding hard to supress.
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Feeling a sense of melancholy in your chest after having said goodbye to all your friends around the base, you walked down the large hall of the Starbase.
When you rounded a corner, and spotted Captain Pike, you felt your stomach twist as you took a deep breath. Spotting you, he smiled. You stopped and placed your hands behind his back. "Lieutenant Y/n L/n, reporting for duty Captain."
He smiled and reached out his hand for you to shake. "Pleased to meet you Lieutenant, I've heard great things."
Taking his hand and shaking it you smiled, "I've heard the same about you, Sir."
Gesturing towards the transport room he smiled. "My number one is waiting on board, she'll show you around."
"Thank you Sir."
Nodding, he looked past you and his brow rose. Giving you one last look, he tapped your shoulder in encouragement before walking past. As you made your way towards the transport room, you looked back, seeing him approaching a young Vulcan that looked vaguely familiar.
"Mr. Spock, everything good to go?"
You rose your brow as you made your way through the doors of the transport room. 'So that was Spock huh? He's much more attractive than I expected.'
You had heard of the half-human half-Vulcan at the academy, as well as on the last ship you had been stationed on. Maybe you had seen him around and not realized it was him at the time. You wondered what he was like, and if what you had heard was accurate.
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As Spock made his way onto the bridge, his eyes landed on an unfamiliar face standing with Una beside the Captain's chair. A new Ensign? His eyes landed on the badge on your uniform, no, a Lieutenant, one of the newer additions to the crew.
"Alright, let's get a move on." Pike said as he nodded his head to Erica. Looking over at Spock he gestured his hands "Spock, Lieutenant L/n, Lieutenant L/n, Lieutenant Commander Spock."
Yours and Spock's eyes locked and neither of you could ignore the odd recognition that seemed to hit you. Maybe you had met at the academy.
Bowing your head in greeting, Spock returned the gesture before he spun around to face his station. You nodded once at Pike and Una as a goodbye before you turned and made your way to the lift to start your first assignment on board.
As he heard the lift doors closing, Spock's eyes drifted towards them. He was trying to place you in his memories, as he was sure he had met your before. L/n. The name did seem somewhat familiar as well. Perhaps you had attended the academy together.
Looking back at his station, he quickly became distracted by his work, as you disappeared from his mind. Occasionally, unknowing to him, you did pop back into his mind. But he had no idea it was you, he was thinking of.
By the end of the day, when Spock laid down to sleep. He hoped, that he would once again share one of his soulmates dreams.
He had on occasion, tried to complete a form of mind-connection he had heard some Vulcans could succeed in doing with their soulmate through their shared dreams. But this always failed, which he had decided a long time ago, meant that you were most likely not a Vulcan. That, paired with your dreams often being confusing, and fast paced, the opposite of his helped him to determine this.
For a time, he was concerned and even disappointed that you were not a Vulcan. But over time, as he changed, and had begun to accept his more human side, the thought was much less concerning. You were his soulmate after all, it did not matter what or who you were.
Lying in his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, once again thinking about how he had missed you at the Starbase. Closing his eyes, he waited patiently as he began to drift to sleep. Hoping he would once again hear your voice.
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As Spocks eyes fluttered open as his alarm woke him up. He acknowledged that your dream had been more stressful than normal. Though he was already forgetting what happened, he could feel the anxious energy still pulsing through him.
Sitting up, he tried to think back on what had happened. Occasionally he would recall a small detail, but none that ever made much sense. This time, he had the oddest recollection, that your dream had occurred in space, possible even a Starship. As he closed his eyes, trying to force the dream to come forward in his memory, he felt it slip away instead.
Letting out a deep breath, he began to get ready, aware that the recent incident with hearing his soulmates voice was effecting his ability to suppress his emotions. They pressed heavily in his mind, trying to force their way out.
He attempted to distract himself with thoughts of his duties and the most recent mission the Enterprise would be taking on. As he stood at the back of the lift with a couple crew members, he had begun to succeed in distracting his thoughts.
But when the lift doors opened and the two crew-members filed out, his ears caught on that same, familiar voice in the nearby corridor. As the doors shut, Spock felt a jolt of panic rush through him as he grabbed the handle. "Deck C", his voice came out rushed and loud.
The lift stopped before returning to the floor it had just been on. As the door slid open, Spock quickly stepped out, looking around rapidly. He felt his stomach clench as he once again saw no one around.
Walking down the corridor, he listened, but heard no voices. Turning, he walked the other way and did the same. Still hearing no one. Had he just imagined it? Had his thoughts of you come forward so suddenly he thought they were real?
Or perhaps it was just someone that sounded similar? Taking a moment to acknowledge the possibility that you were on the Enterprise, he felt his heart fluttering in an unfamiliar manner.
There were plenty of crew-members he had never met in person, never even spoken too. Could you have been here for a long time and he never knew? There were also multiple new crew-members and ensigns, could you be one of them? Or, had he just been mistaken?
Spock remained in the corridor for much longer than he meant too, longer then he should. But he could not get over the fact that you might be here, on the ship.
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Standing in the lift, you felt a bit nervous as you made your way to the bridge. You had only been on the Enterprise for a few days now, but were beginning to acclimate nicely.
You had just finished your first research assignment aboard the Enterprise, and was told to take it directly to Mr Spock, as he was overseeing the primary research mission.
This would be the first time you would ever actually interact with him, and you couldn't help but feel nervous. What if he found numerous errors in your report, or did not like the way you completed your research? What if you missed something obvious?
As the lift door slid open, you took a deep breath and stepped onto the bridge. Looking over towards Spock's station, you felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment when you saw he was not there.
"Y/n, need something?"
Turning to the voice of the Captain, you stood a little straighter. "My apologies Captain. I came to give my report to Spock, I did not realize he was no longer here."
"Oh, you just missed him." Una said as she stood and walked over to you. "I'll take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." She smiled politely. "I've been hearing quite a lot about this research project and I wanna see how it's going."
"Always curious to know everything, huh?" The Captain commented with a smile, to which Una replied with a silent raised brow in his direction.
Giving it to her, you smiled again "I appreciate it Commander."
"How are you liking it on the Enterprise so far Y/n?" The Captain asked.
"Very well Captain, thank you. It's better than some said it would be."
He smiled "Good, I'm glad."
As he turned back towards the front of the bridge, you gave one last look of appreciation to Una, and made your way back to the lift. You weren't sure what you felt more of, relief that you would not directly see Spock's reaction to your report, or disappointment of having not spoken to him.
'I wonder what his voice sounds like?' You thought to yourself, realizing you did not recall ever hearing him speak.
A quick thought of him being your soulmate passed through your mind, causing your ears to burn a bit.
'That's ridiculous.' You thought, though you could not get rid of the thought easily.
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Upon walking back into the bridge, Spock stopped as Una approached him, handing him a padd "You missed Lieutenant L/n."
Taking the padd, he looked down to see the report for the research you had been assigned.
"It's good." Una commented before she turned and returned to her station.
Sitting down, Spock read quickly over the data you had gathered. Raising one brow as he read, he was impressed at how much attention to detail you took, especially having finished the report so quickly.
The tone and language of your report seemed familiar to him, adding to his idea that the two of you must have met before. He was often able to place people in his memory easily, so why was it so hard to place you?
As he read over your report one more time, he found himself reading the words with the voice of his soulmate. Upon realizing this, he felt his heart begin to race a bit faster. He had never done that before. So why was he now?
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As Spock stood beside the Captain in the lift, he stared straight ahead, unaware that the Captain had been speaking to him.
"Spock!" The Captain said a bit louder, causing Spock to suddenly look over at him with a look of surprise.
Pike let out a soft laugh "Whats got you so distracted?"
Spock remained silent for a moment, as he considered telling Pike what had happened in the last week.
"I must admit Captain, that, something has happened recently that has caused my mind to become distracted."
"Yeah, no kidding." Pike chuckled. "So, what is it?"
"Do you recall that I told you, the detail of my soulmate's dreams that I remember is the sound of their voice?"
"Yes, I do."
"When we were on the Starbase, I heard the voice of my Soulmate, but did not see them. And I was unable to locate them."
Pike stared at Spock in mild shock. "Oh."
"That is not all."
Pike motioned his head for Spock to continue, clearly intrigued to hear more.
"Two days ago, as I was on the lift, when the doors opened, I heard their voice coming from Deck C. But by the time I made it into the corridor, there was no one there."
Pikes look of surprise grew as he smiled. "Your soulmate is on the Enterprise?"
"I believe so."
"Believe?"
"It is possible it was only someone who sounded familiar. Or, because the fact that I heard them on the Starbase has been heavy on my mind, it caused me to momentarily hallucinate the sound of their voice."
Pike stared at Spock with a bit of a dumbfounded expression. And as the lift doors opened, Pikes attention was taken away from Spock, and instead to the view outside the ship. "What the-" Looking back at Spock he lightly smacked his shoulder. "We'll talk about this later."
Spock's eyes followed the Captains gaze, seeing the reason he and the Captain had been called to the bridge in the first place. The Enterprise had been trapped in an unusual distortion field.
Shoving the thoughts of you to the back of his mind, Spock made his way to his station.
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Rushing towards the lift breathlessly you let out a deep sigh as you made your way up to the bridge.
While attempting to escape the distortion field, communications through the entire ship were effected, and no one could be contacted except through word of mouth. So, somehow, you ended up playing messenger.
As you exited the lift, still a bit breathless, you paused briefly as all eyes turned to land on you. You met Spock's briefly before you approached the Captains chair.
"Please tell me Hemmer's got something?"
You let out a breath and nodded your head. "Yes Sir, he has access to all of the ships controls, and believes that once we reset the system, communications will come back online."
As you began to speak, Spock felt his whole body freeze, as his breath hitched in his throat. He stared at you intensely, listening to your voice, knowing there was no mistaking it now. Now that undeniable feeling of knowing you made sense. He did know you, just not in the way he expected.
"Uhm, Spock, are you, okay?"
As Una spoke, your eyes moved to Spock, and you felt a sudden jolt of surprise as you saw him staring at you with an intense gaze.
Pike looked over at him as well, and as Spock's eyes met his briefly, and Pike noted a momentary panic in Spock's eyes, it clicked for him. Looking at you, as you were clearly confused and a bit alarmed, Pike repressed a grin.
Pike cleared his throat. "Spock, do me a favor and go down to Engineering with Hemmer and make sure everything goes to plan." Looking over at you he smiled. "Go with him."
You opened your mouth to question him, but instead nodded. "Yes Sir."
Turning to head to the lift you watched Spock stand up stiffly, his eyes still on you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you felt anxiety seep in. What was gong on?
As you entered the lift, Spock entered right behind you, before standing right next to you, your arms almost touching. You could tell his breathing was uneven, and you began to worry something was wrong with him.
When the lift doors shut, Una looked over at Pike with a look of confusion. Pike smiled at her. "I'll tell you later."
After a moment you realized Spock was not reaching for the lift handle to take you to Engineering. Guessing he must have been waiting for you to do it, you began to reach out, but stopped when Spock's hand shot out and grabbed it.
You stopped your own movement, and looked at his profile. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he looked over at you, his gaze still intense.
"Uhm, is there a problem with Hemmers plan Sir? It seemed to take you by surprise. If you think there is a better way I believe he would be open to suggestions."
Spock stared at you in silent observation as you spoke. Hearing your voice, seeing you speak, not in a dream, but instead, right in front of him. He was surprised and a bit unsettled at how much it was effecting him.
You felt the tension in the lift build as Spock did not respond to you. You began to grow even more worried for him.
"Are you feeling alright-"
"I believe we should talk."
As you heard him speak at the same time as you, you felt your breath catch in your throat. Your mind immedietely seemed to short-circuit. 'That was- His voice was- Was that why he was staring so intensely at me? Because he knew my voice too?'
As Spock saw the realization cross your face, he felt a bit subdued as he watched you. The tension was still obvious, but it felt different now.
You felt stunned, but recalled what it was you had originally been doing. "I- uhm, I should let Hemmer know that the he reset the system." You voice was soft, subdued, and your eyes never left Spock's.
Spock nodded softly. "Yes, that is a good idea. Engineering."
As the lift began to move, you felt unsure of what to say, or do. Looking back at Spock you swallowed nervously. "After I do, what- should we-?"
Spock looked at you softly, understanding that you were now as thrown off about this situation as he was. "Once you advise Hemmer that he can reset the systems, we could go to my quarters to speak in private."
'God, how did his voice sound so much deeper and soothing in person?'
You nodded your head. "Alright."
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As you stepped into Spock's quarters, you were surprised at how it looked. You wren't sure what you had been expecting, but it wasn't this.
"Would you like a drink?"
You spun around to meet his gaze and shook your head. "No, I am alright, thank you."
You stood in silence for a moment, before Spock stepped closer. "I must admit, though I am sure it was obvious, I was quite surprised when I heard your voice. I apologize for how I reacted, it was..unlike me."
You shook your head a bit. "It's alright, I understand, I was just as shocked when you spoke in the lift."
"I think I should tell you, that heard your voice on the Starbase, the day you transferred to the Enterprise. I did not see who you were, and was, disappointed, that I could not find you. As well as that, a few days ago, I heard your voice on Deck C, but again, was too late to see you. I was beginning to think my mind may have been playing tricks on me."
You were a bit surprised by this, and let out a soft laugh, Spock rose one brow in perplexity.
"I'm sorry, I just. That reminded me of something my mother once told me. That sometimes fate likes to tease you a bit before allowing you happiness."
Spock tilted his head a bit in thought. "That is quite fitting for this situation."
You smiled at him, and Spock felt his heart flutter a bit at the sight.
You spoke softly, "Can I ask you something?"
He nodded his head "Of course."
"When you first saw me, did you recognize me? Or did you have a moment where you swore you knew me from somewhere?"
Spock rose his brow and nodded. "Yes, I did."
You nodded with a smile. "So did I. I thought maybe we met at the academy, but, I don't think that was it."
"We may not be able to remember our shared dreams, but somewhere in our subconscious we do. It most likely triggered the familiarity, when we first saw each other."
"That makes sense." You nodded as you turned, looking around his room a bit more. "I always tried to remember parts of your dreams. But the main thing, was that they were always calm, subdued." You looked back at him, and saw a hint of a smile. "I suppose it makes sense now, why they are like that."
"And it makes sense as to why your dreams are much more...active than mine. I assumed years ago that you were not Vulcan based on the confusion and often delirium your dreams would leave me in once I woke."
You let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I always have rather fast paced dreams. Especially if I am stressed. But that made yours much easier to appreciate. And, I've always found your voice quite soothing."
If Spock blushed, he would have in this moment. "I have always thought the same of yours as well."
Thinking back a moment, you asked cautiously. "Are you...disappointed that I am not a Vulcan?"
"I must admit, that the thought did trouble me at first, as I have often struggled with my human and Vulcan sides. But I can now, confidently, and truthfully say, that I am most certainly not disappointed."
You felt your neck and ears burning, as your heart palpitated.
He added on, almost carefully "What about you? I assume I am not what you expected."
"I think you might be more than I expected actually. And I do mean that as a compliment."
Another hint of a smile could be seen on his face, and you felt an odd sense of pride because of it.
Spock's eyes glanced at the clock in his room, and he cleared his throat lightly. "Perhaps you would like to accompany me to get some dinner? Then we can talk more about, our future."
'Our future'.
You felt a shiver run up yours pine. That's right. It hadn't truly hit you until this moment. He was your soulmate, connected by fate. From this moment you would no longer be waiting for him to be a part of your life. Instead, the rest of your lives would be connected, and spent together.
You smiled "I'd like that."
xx End xx
Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I wasn't sure if I should continue or not lol.
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Prompt: A game of 20 questions that ends with “Can I kiss you?”
Requested By: @spuffyfan394 (mystery prompt)
Plot: Y/n has a crush on Spock, and avoids him because of it. Spock has a crush on Y/n, but does not acknowledge it. After being exposed to unusual spores on a planet, you and Spock get placed in quarantine together. So, to pass the time, you decide to play a good old game of 20 Questions to learn more about each other. But, the classic game, seems to reveal more than expected.
Pairing: Spock (Disco/SNW) x GN!Reader
Warnings: Length? This is quite a long one lol. Also this is my first time writing for Disco/SNW Spock, so it might be slightly ooc.
Words: 3.7k
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You tried to keep your eyes straight ahead, or on the scanner, but you always found them wandering back to Spock as he walked in front of you. It would be so much easier if it wasn't just the two of you. If he had insisted on someone else coming along. Or just someone other than you.
When you had been told Spock wanted you to come with him down to the planet, you feared you would panic. You didn't think he would ever invite you on a mission, let alone acknowledge your training. Which, he seemed to know a remarkable amount about.
Once you arrived in the transporter room, you expected others as well. But you were met only by Lt. Commander Spock, to beam down with, and the Captain to see you off. You wanted to ask why, but you always found yourself somewhat speechless in Spock's presence, much to your own annoyance.
How could you form a crush on him without having had a conversation longer than a few sentences?
Maybe it was the way he seemed to know everything. Intelligence was sexy after all.
Plus, his voice, his voice seemed to send a chill up your spine whenever you heard it.
Or maybe it was the way that bits of his human side wold come through when he spoke to the Captain or Number One. The way he would raise one brown at a joke he did not understand. Or the way he would try to make a joke that only some could understand.
Being so lost in your thoughts, you missed when Spock looked back at you. He could tell you were lost in thought by the familiar look on your face. He often saw it when he would look at you on the bridge. You always seemed to be thinking about something, your mind never empty or calm, at least when you were working. Perhaps you were much more serene when you were off duty.
Being honest with himself, you intrigued him. You were one of the smartest officers on the Enterprise, but you never tried to prove yourself, or make yourself known.
You seemed to be burdened by heavy emotion, as he would sometimes catch you, when you think no one is looking, and he could see it all over you. But the second you know someone is looking, or the second you are needed, you can shut it away. Much like a Vulcan in some respects.
You were selfless and often put others burdens before yourself. He had heard many officers talking about ways you've helped them, or how you've put yourself in harms way to save them. He even saw it for himself once. And he admired you for that.
In a more human way than he was expecting, he found himself drawn to you. He would find his eyes wandering to you on the bridge. Or he would always pick up on your voice in the room. It was so much nicer to listen to that others. But he almost never heard it in close proximity. And when he did, he could never seem to tear his eyes away from you.
That was something that confused him, even troubled him in a way. When he would see you with others on board, you were all smiles and conversation. But the second you were with Spock, you were quiet, stoic, and barely ever spoke.
Did he intimidate you? Did you think he would chastise you for your usual demeanor? Did you hate him? Or, perhaps, did he make you nervous in another way?
"Uhm, Commander Spock?"
Spock halted in his steps at the sound of your voice and turned back to face you. You had stopped a ways back, and had a confused look on your face.
"Yes Lieutenant?"
"Isn't the signal coming from this way?" You asked as you pointed to the left of you.
Looking down at his own scanner, he realized that he had gotten so lost in thought that he had not been paying attention. Walking back towards you, he met your eyes. "You are correct. I apologize, I seemed to be lost in thought."
You just smiled at him and stepped away, signalling that he was to go ahead of you. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he began to head towards the signal. It was close now, he needed to focus. He could think about you later.
You both came to a stop when you saw in front of you, a large field of big orange bulbs, that appeared to be flowers. The two of you looked at your scanned and back at the plants.
"The unusual signal we traced does seem to be coming from these plants" Spock said as he took a step closer.
"They don't appear to be dangerous, but it's hard to say, since the signal is unknown to us." you noted. "But what about them could be sending a signal so strong you can see it from orbit?"
"A good question indeed. Perhaps we should take a sample back to The Enterprise."
You nodded, as you reached into your bag and pulled out a small blade. Spock rose one brow as he saw this and you stared at him for a moment.
"What?"
He tilted his head lightly. "Do you always carry a blade with you?"
You paused awkwardly for a moment. "Yes?"
You saw his lip quirk slightly, in what you could only say was an almost smile. Even if it wasn't a full smile, it still made your blood rush.
Reaching towards the plant cautiously, you placed the blade at the stock and began to cut. As the whole plant seemed to move, you jumped back in alarm.
Spock stared in surprise as the flower seemed to lurch in reaction to your blade, before the leaves slowly started to unravel.
"I think I...hurt it." You said softly, guilt easily heard in your tone.
As the large bloom opened fully, you were taken aback at how beautiful it was. The inside was an array or oranges, reds and blacks. But your eyes were suddenly drawn to the center of the flower as a hole of some kind opened up. Suddenly a thick cloud of pollen was fired out, coating you and Spock.
You both tumbled back and covered your faces, coughing as you struggled to breathe.
"A defense mechanism." You coughed out.
Spock tapped his communicator. "Lt Commander Spock to Enterprise."
"Spock this is Captain Pike, what's going on down there? Your vital signs are spiking."
Spock shook his head as he grew dizzy. Looking over at you, he noticed you were leaning over, with your hands on your thighs as you tried to stay steady.
"The signal was coming from some sort of large flowering plant. We attempted to take a sample but it reacted in defense. We were hit with what seemed to be a large cloud of pollen, but now- now we are feeling affects of debilitation."
"Alright, get ready to be transported back."
"No!" You voice broke in, and Spock looked over at you. "My scans are showing signs of contagious toxin. If you bring us on board the pollen might effect anyone around us."
Spock looked at his scanner. "Lieutenant L/N is right Captain."
"Okay, then prepare for decontamination and quarantine protocols."
You and Spock locked eyes as you both swayed on your feet. Looking back down at the ground you sighed.
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You looked around the empty room, it's bright lights shining down on you. Spock sat on a bench nearby, watching you. You felt goosebumps cover your arms as you realized this. It was hard for you to speak to Spock, your shyness around him making it so. But being in quarantine with him, alone and in complete silence was worse.
Purposefully looking around the barren room you finally spoke, somewhat alarmed at how loud your voice seemed in the empty room.
"Why do they keep these rooms so empty? Wouldn't you want to distract a patient from the thoughts that would be going through their minds in this sort of situation?"
Looking over at Spock, you saw him consider this as he looked around the room. Opening his mouth, you saw him hesitate for a second. "I- I do not know." His eyes met yours. "Logic would suggest the colors and silence in the room would be soothing."
You frowned and rose a brow. "Really? I feel like I'd go crazy in here after a while."
"Your argument does make sense as well. I am unsure as to why the room is so vacant."
"I mean, you'd think there would at least be books or something." You said as you walked to one side of the room. "It feels more like solitary confinement."
"Perhaps this is something you could bring up to the Doctor once we are released."
"Maybe I will." You said with a hint of agreement.
Spock watched you for another moment as you walked slowly to the nearby bed and sat down. You looked down at your feet, and tapped yours fingers rhythmically on the bed.
"I believe that was the longest conversation we have had during our acquaintance."
He watched as a small smile spread across your face, and you slowly looked over at him. "I think it was too."
"We have been on the same ship for quite a while, and even crossed paths at the academy."
He saw the way your eyes widened a bit. "I- I didn't realize you had noticed me. At the academy, I mean."
"I did. You often had the highest marks in many of your classes."
You repressed a smile and shrugged your shoulder as you leaned back and looked up at the cieling. "You were often the only person I couldn't do better than. Not that I ever expected too."
Spock watched you for a moment. "I would like to know more about you."
He saw the way you seemed to freeze, your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes widened for a second and you seemed speechless. After a moment you looked over at him. "You do?"
He nodded once.
Your heart was hammering in your chest. You never expected him to show any interest in you before, but now this was almost overwhelming. "Well, uh, what do you want to know?"
He thought to himself for a moment before he spoke. "I am unsure. Anything really."
You opened your mouth and found that you were unsure of what to say. Thinking back to your time at the academy, and how you got to know your roommate you turned towards Spock.
"How about a game of twenty questions?"
You watched as he rose one brow and tilted his head a bit. "I do not know that game."
"Well, there are technically two versions of the game. The original is one person thinks of an object, and the other player, or players, has twenty questions they can ask to narrow it down and guess it. But, there is another version, in which two people ask twenty questions, ten each in this case, about the other person, to get to know them."
Spock thought it over for a moment before he rose suddenly. You watched him as he walked over to you and sat down on the bed beside you, much closer than you had expected.
Meeting your eyes, he nodded once. "I would like to play."
Your breath was shallow as you adjusted yourself, unsure if you should move away or not. "Alright, I'll go first. Uhm..."
What did you want to know about him? Everything. But where should you start? Are there things he would find offensive? Things that might trigger bad memories? You decided to just start out simple.
"Alright. Question one, what is your favorite thing about Vulcan?"
Spock tilted his head as he thought about what you asked. Looking to the floor, and back to you, he spoke calmly. "I have always been fond of the warm colors that stretch across Vulcan during the evening."
"You like the sunsets?"
He looked back at you and nodded softly. "Yes. Is that odd?"
You shook your head. "No, no I love sunsets too."
Spock seemed lost in thought for a moment as he stared at you. Clearing your throat lightly you spoke softly. It's your turn now."
"Oh, yes." He looked down at his feet for a moment, and then back at you. "Why did you join Star Fleet?"
"Oh, well. It kind of ran in the family for a long time, before, well, before it didn't. My father was the first to break tradition, he never liked the idea of Star Fleet, I never really understood why. But, I always adored the idea of it. Especially after the stories I heard from my grandparents. Once I was old enough, I decided to go to the academy, even though my father did not approve. He doesn't talk to me much anymore, but my grandparents do." You smiled softly before you looked over at him and frowned a bit. "Was that an answer?" You almost laughed.
He smiled softly. "Yes, I believe I understood, and related in some ways."
You knew of Spock's decision to go to star fleet academy instead of the Vulcan science academy. And how it went against his father's ideals for him. You figured he would not want you to press on the topic. Fiddling with your fingers a bit, you thought of another question.
"Question three, why Science instead of any other division?"
"It seemed logical, as science has always been easy for me to comprehend, and...in many ways, enjoy." Before you could respond, Spock straightened up a bit. "I believe I have my next question."
You nodded in encouragement, and he spoke slowly. "Question Four. Do I intimidate you?"
You blinked in surprise and stared agape at him for a moment before you finally spoke. "I...can you ellaborate?"
"You never seem to be...comfortable around me, so I was wondering it there was a reason."
You felt a small wave of guilt wash over you. "Oh. Well...in some ways, yes. But in no way negatively. I mean, you were always above me at the academy, your intelligence and work ethic is much stronger than mine, so in some ways yes, you do intimidate me. But...I'm not uncomfortable around you, I just, didn't think you'd like me...I guess."
"I would ask you why you think that, but it is not my turn for a question."
You blinked before letting out a small laugh. "Alright, um, question five. I'm sorry that I made you think you made me uncomfortable. Can you forgive me?"
A small smile crossed his face briefly before he spoke. "I can, and do forgive you."
You smiled at him, and waited for him to speak again.
"Why did you think I would not like you?"
You let out a soft sigh. "I...don't have a great track record with Vulcan's. I think I annoy them, sometimes. I ask a lot of questions, and question a lot of their answers. So, I guess I just assumed that, like them, you would not really enjoy my company."
"I think questioning is the best way to learn. I do know that many Vulcan's do not wish to be questioned, or challenged, I have met the same problem during my life on Vulcan. So I believe, that is simply another thing we have in common. And, as to clear the air. I do like you."
You felt your heart palpitate, and your ears burn hot. Ignoring it you smiled at him. "Well, I will also add to the record, that I like you too."
Yours and Spock's eyes seemed to lock steadily for a moment as some form of tension began to build between you. Looking away, you stood up, and cleared your throat. You could feel your anxiety rising, as the tension in the room grew thick. You walked around the small area of the room.
"Alright, question seven. Why did you ask for me specifically to come down to the planet with you instead of another officer?"
"I believed you to be the most competent in the situation. On a previous mission in which we encountered an unusual signal, you were the first to figure out what it was. I thought perhaps this time, you could do the same again."
"Oh. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. Though, it proved to be wrong, as I have no idea how a plant can do that."
"Nor do I." He added. "Though, I would not doubt that you might have figured it out it we had more time, and were not in this situation."
You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. "I appreciate the confidence in my abilities."
He nodded his head lightly in recognition before he suddenly stood up. You felt a small jolt as he did so, uncertain as to what he was going to do.
"Question eight. Why do you not display your abilities more often on The Enterprise? I believe you are one of the smartest officers on board, and more competent than most, yet you do not often express it except in times of need."
You shrugged a bit. "I'm not very fond of show-offs. Nor do I wish to play a game of who's the best when on bridge. It's not a competition to me."
"That is logical reasoning, though I would not be afraid to show off a bit in the future. You deserve to be recognized for your abilities."
"How is it you recognize them so easily?" You asked quickly, catching yourself off guard.
Spock approached you, and you felt your stomach clench. "That is your next question?"
"Yeah, I guess it is."
"I recognize them, because I notice you. Question ten, you were offered a position on another, more capable ship when you graduated the academy, why did you choose the Enterprise?"
You were thrown off by his comment leading so quickly into another question. "Because I didn't like the Captain, he was a bigoted war-lover. What do you mean you notice me?"
"I notice you because you stand out, even when you think no one see's you. Question twelve, there was another reason other than intimidation that causes you to avoid me, what is it?"
"I don't avoid you."
"Yes you do."
"I- I don't mean too."
He titled his head lightly. "But you do."
You felt as though you were being interrogated, but you were not afraid. "You make me nervous" You finally admitted.
"Why?"
"Not your turn." You countered and you saw his eyes seem to widen, as his lip curved up slightly. "Question thirteen, why is it so important to you that you know me?"
His eyes darted around your face for a moment before he spoke. "Because you intrigue me."
"Wh-" you stopped yourself before you finished, deciding to wait for your next question.
"Why do I make you nervous?" He asked again, his eyes almost burning into you.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you felt as though you might blow over with one stiff breeze. The tension between you and Spock was thick, and he seemed to get closer and closer with every question he asked.
"I think it may be because of the same reason I intrigue you."
He tilted his head to the side as he seemed to study your face. "And yet neither of us seem able to say it aloud."
"Why do you think that is?"
"Because it is logical to be afraid that one of us is mistaken, in thinking we know what the other is feeling." Your eyes were locked again, and neither of you had the will to look away. Spock took a small step closer as he spoke. "Do you have feelings for me Y/n?"
You seemed almost stuck in a trance as his eyes bored into yours. His voice was steady, and deep, and seemed to pull the truth out of you, as you mumbled a soft "Yes." Your breath was unsteady, and your voice soft. "So, was I mistaken?"
He softly shook his head "No." His eyes finally broke from yours as he looked at your lips. Meeting your eyes again, he leaned in closer to you, his face only a few inches away. "I believe we are on question eighteen of our game."
You nodded softly as you watched his eyes darted between your eyes and lips again.
"If I asked you, if I could kiss you. Would you say yes?"
You took a short breath, as you began to feel almost delirious. Was this a dream?
Your voice was soft, just above a whisper "Yes." This time your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips. "Are you going to ask if you can kiss me?"
As Spock inched a little closer, his lips almost brushing yours, he spoke "Yes". His nose brushed yours lightly, as he spoke his final question, his lips just touching yours as he spoke "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded your head almost unnoticeablely, as you whispered out a soft "Yes."
The word barely left your mouth before his lips were pressed against yours. You did not realize you were standing near the wall until your back was pressed against it as he deepened the kiss. One hand was cupping your face, as the other grabbed your waist. You pressed your hands against his chest and grabbed the fabric, before you brought one hand up to his neck, as you leaned into the kiss.
You seemed to get lost in each other, time passing without you really realizing. As you heard the room comm come on, and the Doctors voice echo through the room.
"Good news guys, you'll be out of their shortly. We only have one more test result to wait for."
"Thank you Doctor." Spock said almost breathlessly as he was still holding you close, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes staring into yours.
"You guys need anything?"
"No. I believe we are quite content."
You smiled at this comment, as Spock gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. "I did not believe I would ever enjoy being in quarantine."
You let out a soft laugh. "Neither did I."
Spock pulled you into another deep, yet brief kiss. When he pulled away he smiled softly at you. "I apologize I took so long to make my feelings known."
"And I'm sorry I avoided you because of mine."
"I believe your game of twenty questions seemed to prove quite fruitful."
"Yes," you chuckled "I believe it did."
xx End xx
I wrote this before I watched SNW, so sorry if its a bit off
I had trouble finding a place to end this without it being left off awkwardly, but I hope you liked it! I know it was pretty long and a bit of a slow-burn lol.
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