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INJURY SPECIAL #18

“I’m bleeding – bad.”

[sunspotnitentia]

"Kirk.. I mean Captain..."

"Ca- Lieutenant Marcus." He gave her a nod and a small grin. :Is there something you need?"

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xlt-marcus

Just leaving his shift, Spock began to walk towards his quarters, turning a corner before encountering a very familiar stretch of the hallway. As he passed the second door, the Vulcan heard a loud scream come behind of the coded entrance. Spock quickly entered his override password, causing the door to open quickly before he ran inside.

What Spock saw Carol squirming in his bed, screaming, with the sheets being thrown around. He quickly walked over to her, crouching slightly at the side of her bed. As she calmed, and her body slowly began to settle, Spock stood and retreated slowly from her bed. Once she began to tense once more, he shouted "Carol!", in an attempt to wake her.

[brutallyxefficient]

"Don't push me away, you need me."

Send "Don't push me away, you need me." for my character's response.

   “ Uh— I try not to need people I’ve never met…”

[72-reasons]

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"That's a somewhat non-objective turn for our relationship to have taken."

[72-reasons]

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"And what are these intended to do exactly? Intimidate me? Restrain me? I would have thought you would have learned better of that by now."

[72-reasons]

✿ [ not ashamed. ]

You'll have to take my word for it: 9, Forehead Kiss

She wasn't entirely sure how to feel, facing down the final results of the trial that had taken nearly four months to complete. It had been a tentative decision in the first place, to not testify on behalf of the actions of her late father. While she'd been asked the standard litany of questions to create a profile for him, she had chosen to present the evidence she possessed for the opposition, so to speak. Speaking against Section 31 was, unfortunately, equivalent to speaking against her father. Yet her new support system, Jim and Uhura and a surprisingly large number of the Enterprise crew, had inspired within her a willingness to stand for what she believed in. And she didn't believe in what her father had been trying to do, or what Section 31 had been trying to do.

Thereby, as she watched the trial unfold, she did not approve of what both her father and Section 31 had irrefutably done to Khan.

Admittedly the augment was still a mystery - bizarrely calm and methodical in spite of the physical and mental extortion done unto him by what should have been a lawful organization. Not unapologetic for the losses he'd caused, particularly with the Vengeance crash in San Francisco, but unrepentant also. He seemed to recognize he didn't need to match bars with the justice a court of law wanted to determine: his own justice system was more than enough.

But on the last day of his trial, when his sentence was announced and the final remarks were given, she found herself in the exit hall with him and what few members were allowed in the jury's private wing. His expression was otherwise unreadable, but in a moment of surprising and somewhat unnerving tenderness, he clasped her chin in his hands and placed a kiss at the crest of her brow.

He didn't offer a comment as he led himself away, and she wasn't sure what he could have said in that moment that would have explained the motion. She also didn't know if it would have mattered - everything now was set in stone, she thought. Even if, at night when she wondered what cryostasis felt like, it didn't feel that way.