http://nothefarragut.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nothefarragut.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-04-12 10:51 pm

half held dreams & relevant shadows [closed]

The shuttle was going down.

Somewhere there was metal shearing.  The consoles sparked and hissed around her. Somehow.  Somehow the inertial dampeners were holding.  Still there.  Still a chance.  Communications was static, but she thought...she thought she could hear Spock somewhere in that mess of static.  He was somewhere.

And she was here.

Here, in this place.  In the dark with alarms blaring and the huge red display flashing the obvious.

<< ALERT: IMPACT IN TEN SECONDS >>

Her head was bleeding and she stared at it for a moment, disoriented, fuzzy, and heard another pop! as a circuit blew.  The communications static rose and fell.  Transporter lock unavailable.  Losing.  Andrea was dead.  

This was not the way she wanted her--

Uhura lie curled up on Spock's bed, her fingers buried against the blanket she held clenched in a fist, her knees drawn to her chest.  Sleep had been long in coming, longer than she might have liked, and she knew she'd dream.  It was not exactly a dream.  It had happened.  Somehow, she'd survive it.  She had to survive it.  Still asleep, Uhura curled in on herself tightly, and her brow furrowed.  Her fingers twitched as a shudder ran down her spine.  Uhura had nightmares every once and awhile about the Farragut, about being assigned there, about dying there.  About floating in space with the dead Nero had left behind, but this was not that.  This had happened and she knew, even asleep, that she was trying to process it.

And doing a piss-poor job of it.

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-13 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Vulcans had much less need of sleep than humans, and much of Spock's rest was derived from intense meditation, as opposed to what humans would traditionally define as "sleep". On some occasions, mutual desire for contact would mean that Spock stayed with Nyota, but frequently he would allow her to sleep undisturbed while he undertook quiet activities on the other side of the room.

Such was the case now, as Spock sat on the other bed, regulating his breathing and balancing his katra. He heard the change in Nyota's breathing which signaled the beginning of a dream, but he didn't move for another moment or two, knowing that dreams would often pass quickly and even sooner be forgotten.

This was clearly not to be in the present situation, however, and soon Spock got up and crossed the room to her. Carefully, he smoothed a hand over her forehead, murmuring in his native tongue, "Nyota. Thy safety is assured."

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-13 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Spock studied her face, fully aware of the fact that she allowed very few to see her thus - vulnerable. Yet she maintained much of her composure.

Through his touches, he was able to see snatches of what she'd been dreaming, but he asked, all the same. "Do you wish to speak of it?" He switched to the slightly less-formal English, which would not constrict her in the same way the Vulcan would.

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-13 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
His brow furrowed slightly in concern as she spoke, at the fear she was projecting, even from such a distance of time and space.

She was right, of course. Given the situation, her odds of survival had been low. And yet.

"You did not die," Spock said finally. A simple statement of fact, the sort of thing he was very good at. What he wasn't so good at, was explaining the personal significance the statement held for him. She had not died.

It was likely that sometime in the near future, one or both of them would perish. Even before the Ohm, it was merely a fact of life in Starfleet. It meant that Spock wouldn't take moments of relative peace for granted.

"The dreams may or may not cease entirely," he said matter-of-factly. "They will, however, become less frequent with time, and their overall impact will be lessened." He didn't have to explain how he knew this to be true.

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-14 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Spock inclined his head. "Indeed. And I am here, should you desire aid."

He let her continue touching his face, briefly considering the many and varied reasons that humans touched each other. Considering their lack of telepathy, they were a remarkably tactile race. It was practically its own language, one that he was still quite unsure of himself, but Nyota did not seem to mind.

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-14 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Spock found himself, inexplicably, thinking about the smell of her hair. Previously, he had assumed it was due to a particular brand or scent of shampoo which she favored, but given that he had yet to encounter any shampoo of any kind on this ship, he was left to conclude that it was simply the way her hair smelled.

He took pleasure in the scent, and in the knowledge of her nearness, but he lacked words to adequately describe his current thoughts. Given the difficulty, he took what he believed to be a logical step - he turned his head, pressing their lips together.

The statistical likelihood of a positive response was high.

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-15 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
He was a little awkward, yes, because the emotions she stirred in him were powerful enough that they sometimes threatened to tear through his carefully-constructed walls. The control that he had spent his entire life cultivating, the control which connected him to his ancestors and heritage, and which was necessary for his continued health and well-being - he could feel the precipice drawing near.

And in a completely contradictory fashion, he also felt safe, because he knew she would not want him to give up his control. She accepted it as part of him, as much as she accepted his humanity.

As always, the kiss was utterly confusing to Spock.

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-16 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Spock studied her face. Her positive reactions never failed to surprise him. Particularly the smile she was now giving him - he had never witnessed her smile in such a way at anyone else, thus conferring on him a unique position.

He found it difficult to trace the logical trajectory of their relationship, which had led to this point.

"I trust that you are sufficiently calmed, after your earlier disturbance?" he asked, wishing to express his continued concern for her comfort.

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-16 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Spock inclined his head, allowing his hands to rest at her sides, gently. Everything he did with her was gentle, not out of a misguided fear of harming her, but merely out of respect for her mind and her person.

"I have come to understand that there are certain aspects of this relationship which... defy all attempts at rationalization," he commented. It was probably the closest he'd ever come to admitting human weakness.

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-17 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"If by 'bother', you mean 'to make uncomfortable', I find that is not the case," Spock said with little hesitation. He could tell Nyota of his thoughts; she would not be confused or judgmental.

"I admit that my knowledge of these matters is limited, though I understand that many humans profess belief in what is commonly referred to as 'chemistry'. The concept seems nebulous and thus, broadly applicable to any number of situations." He paused a brief moment, gathering his thoughts.

"Our relationship, based as it is on shared interests, a common worldview, mutual respect and trust developed over time, does not, at first, appear to apply to this concept of 'chemistry'. However, despite these facts, an adequate explanation for my...continued desire to make romantic overtures towards you eludes me."

[identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com 2010-04-17 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Spock's lips twitched minutely. "I have no recollection of these lessons. Perhaps you are referring to that which you have taught me."