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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 9 months

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A Vulcan Smile Part Seven

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Jim looked up from his computer as the door to his ready room swished open. He had stolen away to the ship to get some much-needed quiet to review his notes before his next meeting. A quiet he was surprised to see emanating from his best friend as he made his way across the room.

Leonard typically preferred to make his presence in a room known, entering with a joke or a complaint or some kind of combination of the two. Now he took a seat across from Jim in complete silence. The captain looked him over, trying to identify where this change was coming from. He wore crumpled shirt and an unreadable expression.

"Is that the same uniform as yesterday?" Jim finally asked.

"Didn't have time to change."

"You've been off duty for twelve hours, Bones. How long does it take? You wear the same thing everyday," Jim pointed out.

"I was helping Joanna with her homework and then," Leonard's voice dropped slightly, "I was with (Y/N)."

Jim’s brows raised. "Were you?"

"Apologizing," Leonard clarified.

"And what did you do that required you to apologize all night long?" Jim's words tiptoed around innuendo.

"Joanna was suspended for starting a fight."

"So you were apologizing for your part in bringing another angry McCoy into the universe," Jim guessed.

"I didn't react well to the news," Leonard admitted. "Started a fight of my own."

"That doesn't sound like you," Jim said sarcastically.

“I blamed her. Told her that Joanna was picking up violant tendencies from her,” Leonard explained.

Jim let out a disappointed breath. He didn’t know you well, but he had heard so much about you through long winded, sporadic rants from Leonard that he could guess how well that went over. He certainly knew enough about people in general to know that wasn’t something you said to someone who cared gor your child.

“She blamed me. Told me Joanna was acting out because she’s hurt that I left and doesn’t know how to express it.” Leonard slumped back in the chair. “Apparently I don’t put in enough effort as a father.”

“Well,” Jim started pointedly. He raised his brows and tilted his head, hoping if he made a strong enough facial expression he wouldn’t have to finish the thought out loud.

“When were you planning to tell me you though I was a bad father?”

Jim let out a breathy chuckle at his friends dramatics. “I don’t think you’re a bad father. I think that (Y/N) spends a lot of time with Joanna and if she thinks she’s feeling a little abandoned then she might know what she’s talking about.”

Leonard sighed. “I know.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I already apologized.”

This earned Leonard a look that told him he needed to do better than that.

“I suppose I don’t really have a choice.”

“Not if you ever want to be able to respect yourself again.”

Leonard groaned and rubbed a hand across his face. “I’m not cut out for this.”

“You said the same thing the first time you had to work on a ship. Now look at you.”

“Now look at me,” Leonard repeated in a defeated tone.

“You know-” Jim waited until his friend was looking at him again to finish, “Centaurus isn’t that far out of our way.”

“Oh no.” Leonard shook his head and held up a hand. “This ship is on red alert every other thursday. My eleven year old isn’t going to be involved in that.”

“We’d be taking a similar course to the shuttle. Any dangers we run into they’d probably run into too. Wouldn’t you prefer she run into them with you?”

“I’d rather she not be in space at all, but seeing as I wasn’t given a choice in that…” Leonard trailed of, thinking it over. “You wouldn’t mind the detour?”

“Not at all.”

“You know letting my daughter and Spock’s sister loose on this ship might lead to more chaos than we’re prepared for.”

Jim shook his head. “Spock’s gonna hate this.”

“You don’t have to convice me, Jim. I’m alread on board.”

“Tell me again,” Leonard ordered as he walked with Joanna to the Enterprise.

“The warp core, jefferies tubes, and bridge are off limits. If red lights start flashing I am to stay in my room. If I hear the word ‘anomoly’ over the comms, I am to find you in the sickbay. If I see more than five people in uniform running in the halls I am to find Ms. Grayson and wait for the all clear. No wandering the halls or entering the recreation deck or holodeck alone. No fun of any kind,” Joanna rattled off.

“Good. Stick to those rules and you should make it back home in one piece.”

“Can’t I have a little fun?”

“Being a passenger on the Enterprise is-”

“Not a reward for punching my classmate even if he is a shithead and desereved it,” she parroted the words he’d used when he explained the arrangement to her. “I’ve gotten like two lectures a day since I was suspended, thrown up on during a shuttle ride here, and given four times the calc homework I would normally have. Haven’t I been punished enough?”

“We’re not punishing you. We’re making sure you’ve learned your lesson. We don’t want you to turn into a violent drop out with no direction in life and a long arrest record.”

“You’re say ‘we’ a lot about you and Ms. Grayson,” she pointed out.

“Oh look! Lieutenant Uhura.” Leonard quickly changed the subject, coming to a stop outside the air lock where the Lieutenant was standing. “Waiting for Spock?”

“He’s just saying goodbye.” She nodded over to where he stood with you and Serek.

“Good might be a stretch,” Leonard mumbled.

“Who are they talking to?” Joanna asked.

“The Vulcan ambassador,” Nyota answered.

“They don’t seem to like him.”

“It’s a complicated relationship,” she said, watching the three of you hold up Vulcan salutes.

As the ambassador turned and boarded another ship, you folded down you pinky and ring finger and lifted your raised fingers to your temple. Your head jerked to the side as you pretended to shoot yourself in the head. To Leonard's suprise, Spock used his hand to wipe your imaginary blood from the side of his face.

The two of you walked in silence to meet the others. You both had your hands clasped behind your back, but as you got closer yours moved to swing at your side.

Uhura watched the way Leonard smiled and then stiffened awkwardly as you approached.

“Come on let’s get out of here before Spock and I are used as a visual aid in another debate about the future of the Vulcan race,” you said when you reach them. “If I get called V’tosh ka’tur one more time, I’m going to start throwing things.”

“That kind of behavior is exactly why they call you V’tosh ka’tur,” Spock pointing out.

“Don’t call your sister a Vulcan without logic, Spock,” Uhura chastised.

“Thank you. Wanting to throw things at those stuffy, xenophobic elders is completely logical,” you argued. “And besides they call you V’tosh ka’tur too.”

Spock mouth dropped open. “I am not V’tosh ka’tur. I follow the ancestral teachings.”

“But you stink like a human.”

“You are using nasal supresants. You don’t know what I smell like.”

Leonard leaned forward and took a wiff. “No, she’s right. Just like a human.”

You smiled at the doctor. “This is going to be a fun little trip.”

Joanna grinned. Spock’s jaw tightened.

#bones imagines #bones x reader #bones imagine #leonard mccoy imagine #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy imagines #star trek imagines #star trek imagine #spock imagine #spock imagines

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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You knew Spock had feelings, all Vulcans did, they just didn't show them in a way humans, or most species, were used to, preferring to be guided by logic.

Your problem was that you didn't know whether Spock had feelings for you.

And you had no idea how to figure it out, without potentially making a fool of yourself. He didn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve.

You were both working late, studying the artefact retrieved from the last away mission, and you couldn't stop watching him as he worked next to you at the table.

It took you a minute to realise you were even doing it, too tired and too distracted, until Spock turned to you, feeling your eyes on him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, causing you to sit up straight suddenly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Me? Er yeah, fine, just a little tired," you tried, mentally kicking yourself for how unconvincing you sounded.

"The tone of your voice indicates that you are no being entirely honest," Spock devised, placing the scanner he had in his hand down to give you his full attention, "if something is bothering you, you can tell me."

You hadn't anticipated doing this here and now, but you could tell that Spock was not going to let it go until you were honest with him.

"I've just, been thinking," you began, not really sure how to phrase this.

Spock raised one eyebrow, "thinking? About what?" He turned on his chair so his whole body was facing towards you.

"Vulcans and their... feelings," god, you were failing at this miserably.

"Our emotions?" He asked slowly and you nodded, "why the sudden curiosity?

"Forget I said anything," you replied quickly, feeling your cheeks heating up as you walked away.

"I can see from your embarassed reaction that I might have something wrong," Spock tried to deduce, angling his head slightly as he watched you.

"No, you haven't Spock, I mean it isn't-" you blabbed hopelessly, seeing no way out of the ginormous hole you dug for yourself.

Spock studied you for a moment, and then when you felt like you couldn't take his eyes burning into you any longer, what appeared to be a look of realisation passed over his face.

"Ah," he said, "I believe I know what this is about."

"You- you do?" You blinked, unsure of where this was going. You'd known Spock a long time, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship.

"Yes," Spock said matter-of-factly, but then said nothing further for a long stretch of a moment.

"... and?" You prompted, not wanting to be the one to fill in the blanks in case you were wrong.

"And you are wondering if I have feelings for you," he told you, watching as you took a sharp inhale of breath. His statement had given nothing away.

"Spock-" you began, hoping to explain yourself in a way that would salvage his conversation.

"I do," he cut you off, and you felt the tension that had been building disipate instantly.

"You do?? You doublechecked, voice quieter than you'd intended.

"Yes, I believed that was obvious," he informed you, "we have been spending a lot of timetogether, working yes, but also eating together and spending time alone together for the sake of enjoying each other's company."

That was true, and it was when you'd developed feelings for him too, learning about each other, opening up to each other, finding out what you had in common...

He noticed your confused pause, and continued, "I can see now that this was not as obvious as I had previously thought, I apologise, on Vulcan-"

"No, it's okay Spock," you smiled, feeling a little silly, "I thought maybe, you know, that you did, but I didn't want to think I was reading into things the wrong way."

"I assure you, you were not," Spock promised, putting a hand on yours. You squeezed his hand, very much relieved

"Might I also assume," he added after a pause, "that this means you have feelings for me also?"

"Huh?" It took you a second to realise what he was asking, before you laugh, "oh, yes, yes I do."

"Good," he nodded, the corners of his lips twitching into what you would consider a smile for him, "because that would have made this rather awkward if not."

Before you could ask what this he was referring to, he leaned in and kissed you.

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zazasthingsfoundcoolornice · 2 years

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Y/n : Spock, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?

Spock: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

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Y/n : Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops!

Spock: *loads shotgun* I got this.

Y/n : Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

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Y/n : I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone.

Spock: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

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Y/n : Help! I’m drowning!

Spock: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!

Y/n : NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

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Y/n : Are you ever going to listen to me?

Spock: Yes. Absolutely.

Y/n : When?

Spock: When you're right.

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Y/n : Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween!

Spock: That doesn't exist.

Y/n : Not with that attitude.

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Spock: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Y/n : I wrote you a poem.

Spock, already crying: You did?

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Y/n : I have a problem.

Spock: Kill it.

Y/n : Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Y/n : When life gives you lemons, what do you do?

Spock: Make lemonade!

Y/n : No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit.

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Spock: Y/n ...

Y/n : Oh no, 'Y/n ' in B flat.

Y/n : You're disappointed.

#spock imagines #y/n #incorrect quotes #funny

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trek-tracks · 4 months

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Come on, Spock, what mysterious relative is it this time?

#star trek #star trek tos #spock #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #nyota uhura #bones mccoy #captain kirk #imagine-darksiders #switchnx #tumblr things #things i found on tumblr #did i ever tell you guys #no you never did #and i never will #the ultimate computer

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its-always-sunny-in-city17 · 2 months

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they'll transport just about anything on here!

#star trek #i was imagining that im one of the og 60s fans when drawing this #jim kirk #james t kirk #spock #nyota uhura #bones mccoy #leonard mccoy #pavel chekov #star trek tos #my art

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teacup-gathering-itself · 7 months

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The depth of Kirk being a big himbo in his slut era all the time in a very overt human way, while also being a huge nerd brainiac supercomputer on legs.

Contrasting Spock, who is a supercomputer on legs, but ALSO a big himbo in his slut era in a very overt Vulcan way.

Proof: He is so TOUCHY with his captain. He lets touch be a staple in their relationship and just. Doesn’t mention its significance to his culture. Lets people think it’s just him “putting up with” his captain. To non-Vulcans, sure that excuse works. But any Vulcan with working eyes knows what he’s up to. They’re silently scandalized.

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artsyhamster · 1 month

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I took part in the @sponeszine !

Go check out the other cool fanworks in the Zine :3

#star trek #spones #leonard mccoy #spock #a rare star trek piece again from me in the middle of my obsessions #thanks for organizing the zine!#Also the title was: First time working together #because i imagine once Bones learned what touching hands means he would be embarassed to do it again like this

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snufk1nn · 3 months

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Mindmelds

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beam-meup-scotty · 5 months

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sometimes i think about how james t kirk ( the best captain in starfleet ) canonically has a reputation for being

a ) problematic

b ) a Whore

and this is consistent in every single interpretation of him

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thali-lemmonpie · 8 months

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"My heart will feel the same old way, even though the stars fade from above."

#my art #star trek #s'chn t'gai spock #spirk #space husbands #james t. kirk #st #k/s #tos #the premise #t'hy'la #star trek: the original series #I'm crying and suffering but these old men makes me cry even harder #I can just imagine they get married before TWOK and they married again after ST IV #I'm crying again sorry

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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 2 months

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A Vulcan Smile Part Eight

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven]

A/N: There's some questionable made-up Vulcan lore in this because there's not a whole lot of detail about their telepathic abilities given in the cannon. But, you know what, if the writers of SNW can make up whatever they want about Spock then fuck it so can I. yeehaw, baby

“You’re leaving.” Spock stood in the doorway to your bedroom, arms hanging at his side, shoulders stooped ever so slightly. His tone and expression were carefully crafted to not give any hint that he might be experiencing an emotion. At fourteen he was already well on his way to becoming the man he would grow to be.

You didn’t look up from your packing. “I’m to be on the ship to Earth tomorrow. I am going to stay with the Graysons.”

The Graysons. That’s what you had called them. It took you two years to refer to them as your grandparents.

“You knew I would be leaving,” you said in his mind. You had always preferred the privacy that telepathy provided, even if casual usage wasn’t approved of by the High Council.

“I knew he wanted you to leave,” he said in yours.

Telepathic communication was one of the few of your less desirable behaviors he endulged. You didn’t understand why until you were much older and you realized that you had pushed him away too far and might never have this connection again.

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Fight.”

Finally, you looked up at him. His eyes bore into you. They had such an intensity that anytime he let himself loose even just a little it felt like staring directly into a star.

“You always fight. Why are you not now?”

“There’s nothing to fight. I want this.”

He moved further into you’re room. “You want to leave?”

“I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere I am understood.”

“And you believe that is Earth? Will they not just misunderstand the other half of you?” Spock asked.

You sighed, rubbing a hand across your face. ”I’m tired, Spock. I’m tired of being ostracized for understanding that we were born with more than just a capacity for logic. I am tired of being treated like a failed experiment.”

There was more than that. You were tired of seeing him hurt. You were tired of watching him take the harassment. You were tired of being told just to accept the harassment and constant implications that you were less than. You were tired of being penalized for standing up for yourself and your brother. But you left it unsaid. Unthought, in case he was listening.

“Human society is still young and ignorant. They will not accept you.” His eyes searched your face. “They will not understand you.”

“Maybe not, but at least I’ll be free to be me. I won’t be suffocated under the pressures of being the Ambassador’s hope for a greater relationship between our two races.” You sat down on your bed and stared out the window. “At least I will be told that I am loved.”

A breeze blew through the leaves, partially obscuring your view of the red mountains and the rich orange sky.

“I won’t miss it here,” you said out loud. You needed to hear it. You needed him to believe it.

Now all you saw out the window was darkness and passing stars. You would never see the richness of those orange skies again. A fact the conference was intent on reminding you.

Normally being around that many Vulcans was exhausting because it required you to choose between putting on an act or dealing with the unfettered scorn of the entire group. Neither option was without its downsides. But this event was focused on how to ensure the survival of the people and cultures of Vulcan now that it was gone. Not even Vulcans can fully suppress the level of sorrow that comes with losing a planet and having that many grief-stricken telepaths in one starbase was overwhelming.

The favor you had paid Leonard only worsened your exhaustion. What had been bubbling out of you in aggression was now dripping out in fatigue. Your head felt heavy and cloudy.

You had come to the rooms provided by the Captain with the intention of sleeping, but your mind was bent on replaying memories over and over and not giving you a moment's rest.

Hauling yourself out of bed, you pulled your robes back on. One of the many concessions you had made in order to have your voice heard was to wear a traditional Vulcan dress.

The bottom of your dress and robe swept across the floor as you walked through the corridor. You followed the smell of food and drinks. Even with your nasal numbing agent, it was strong. You hadn’t fully realized how many smells there would be on a ship this size. You didn’t know how Spock dealt with it every day.

The smell led you to what looked like a bar.

You walked a few paces from the door and clasped your hands, trying to figure out if there were replicators you were supposed to use or if there was someone you asked for food.

“You should be resting,” Spock said, coming to stand by you.

“I’m fine,” you answered automatically in his head, something you hadn’t done in years. You were suddenly more willing to fall back on old childhood habits than speak.

He raised a brow at you but responded in kind, “You have not slept in days.”

“I am well within the healthy limit.”

“Not after such a taxing event.”

“But I supposed it wasn’t taxing for you?”

He bristled, realizing that he must think his next words more carefully if he wished to avoid an argument. “It was. However, my mind has always been less open than yours. You take on the suffering of those around you.”

If only he knew just how true that was.

“I’m fine,” you told him again.

“Your mind is cluttered.”

You glanced around the bar. “There’s a lot of people on your ship.”

He looked you over, then spoke out loud, “Come with me.”

You hesitated. You really just wanted to get something to eat and then go back to bed, but reluctantly, you followed him.

The two of you moved quietly through the ship until you were in a smaller room with significantly fewer people.

You exhaled.

When you had denied the Vulcan teachings on emotional control, you had also denied the teachings on telepathy control. They went hand in hand under Serak’s teachings. Telepathy was turned inward to help suppress one's emotions. Without doing this you were left with far more unchecked telepathic power with no one to teach you what to do with it. At least no one you were allowed to talk to as a child.

You had eventually figured it out and learned to control it and use it for good when you could, but you had never built up defenses the way most did. You hadn’t wanted to. Your mother had said that greeting the universe with an open heart and open mind made you more ready to learn. She was a sentimental woman. But she had also told you it would come at a cost. You knew that at least to be true.

The thoughts of those around you were always in your head. Like murmuring from another room. You couldn’t make them out with conscious effort, but they were there. You had learned to tune them out when you were a teenager, but when you were tired and surrounded by others, they started to overtake your own thoughts.

Spock led you to a table and told you to sit. You rested your head on your hand and waited for him to return. When he did, he placed a bowl in front of you. You stared down into the orange broth.

Plomeek soup.

You had despised it as a child. It was so bland and boring and never seemed to satisfy you.

Picking up your head, you lifted a spoonful to your mouth. Your eyes slipped shut as you took in the subtle flavor. It tasted remarkably similar to the one your mother used to make.

Finally, you spoke, “Thank you.”

Spock nodded, watching as you slowly sipped the soup.

“Have you considered meditating?”

You rolled your eyes at the suggestion.

“It has helped Vulcan’s for generations. Why you think it woul-”

“Because I don’t subscribe to the idea that I need to suppress my emotions.” You focused your attention on your meal as you projected your thoughts into his mind.

“A bit of suppression might benefit you.”

“And a bit of expression might benefit you,” you responded in turn.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“See, don’t you feel better?” You took another sip of soup. “And I did meditate.”

“You could have just said that.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He rested his hands on the table. “It appears you are also feeling better.”

“I’m starting to.”

“Good.” His head turned as something else in the room caught his attention. “Excuse me. I need to converse with the Captain for a moment. I will be back.”

You gave him a quick nod of recognition. He returned it and walked off. You focused your attention on your soup. The smell, the taste, the feel of it in your mouth. If you focused hard enough, everything else would fade into the background. At least that’s what you hoped would happen.

Instead, a voice cut through your soup thoughts, “There you are.”

You looked up to find Leonard smiling down at you. Glancing around, you saw that he was alone.

“I thought you were giving Jo a tour,” you said. Your voice sounded odd even to your own ears; horst and hallow.

“I was. Just dropped her off to work on homework. When she saw you weren’t there anymore, she made me promise I’d find you and make sure you’re okay.”

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Jo’s worried you’re going to be attacked by a salt vampire.”

“I think those safety lectures of yours did more harm than good,” you told him, dropping your chin to look straight ahead.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

You stiffened at the pet name.

“Look worn slap out.” He put a hand on your shoulder.

The images of his thoughts filled your mind, perfectly formed. You jerked away before you had time to process any of them. You couldn’t deal with anyone else in your head today.

“Don’t touch me.”

He didn’t deserve the sharpness in your tone. You knew that, but you couldn’t stop it from being there. Full and biting.

Leonard held his hands up to show you he wasn’t going to touch you again. “I thought we got over you making me the bad guy when I let you into my head the other night.”

“No one’s making you the bad guy.” You rested your forearms on the table so you could lean towards him. “Do you have to react dramatically to everything?”

“I’m not the one who almost bit someone’s head off for putting a hand on your shoulder.”

“Expecting you to respect my boundaries is not biting your head off.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve never met a boundary you wouldn’t cross.”

You pulled your chin in and raised your brows. “I beg your unbelievable parton?”

“You brought my twelve-year-old to a starbase!”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back. “I have to hand it to you, Doctor. you can hold on to things for an exceptionally long time.”

He crossed his arms. “You could start an argument with an empty house, you know that?”

“You wouldn’t even need the house.”

“I can’t do this right now. Find me when you’re done yo-yoing me around.” He waved a hand over his shoulder as he started back towards the door.

“Oh come on, Doctor. I already know how good you are at walking away. Show me something new.”

He ignored your harassment and your eyes followed him out into the corridor. Then you dropped your head to your arms with a groan.

“You ‘let yourself into his head’?” Spock repeated the phrase as closely as he could in Vulcan.

Stifling the urge to groan, you lifted your head just enough for you to be able to peak over your arms and stared up at your brother.

“What does that mean?” After spending three days with other Vulcan’s his accent was stronger than it had been. It made you realize in retrospect how much his time in Starfleet had affected it. His consents were tighter. His vowels moved at a different pitch. You wondered if he was aware of how much he had changed.

“Nothing,” your Vulcan words were muffled slightly against your sleeve. “Don’t worry about it.”

Silently, he sat down across from you. He carefully folded his hands on the table and straightened up, watching you.

“Don’t do this,” you grumbled.

“Don’t sit down with you?”

“No, don’t do that silent judgy thing you do right before we get in a fight.”

“I do not have a silent judgy thing.”

“I can feel the angry thoughts churning in your head.”

“Anger is a human emotion.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your head again. “Just say what you want to say.”

“I have nothing to say.”

You scoffed but didn’t look up.

“You are going to do what you want to regardless of what I say. I don’t know why I ever bothered trying to give you advice.”

“Advice?” Now you lifted your head fully. “You told me to avoid the doctor completely. How am I supposed to do that without offending his family, who are some of my closest friends? I’m his daughter’s third emergency contact. It goes Donna, then Fred, then me, then Leonard. Do you expect me to just leave him out of the loop in the case of an emergency with his own child?”

“Of course not.”

You pulled your shoulders back so he could get the full effect of your ‘so then what’ expression.

“There are many other forms of relationships between avoiding entirely and performing intimate telepathic bonds together.”

“If it’s so intimate-” It was incredibly intimate. You knew that. “-why do you use it on what are essentially criminals.”

“Sometimes it is necessary to cross that boundary for the good of the many.”

“And sometimes it’s necessary for the good of the one.”

His brows lowered at your flip of the traditional Vulcan motto.

“He was suffering. I wasn’t just going to sit there when I could help.” You leaned back in your seat. “I thought you wanted me to avoid him because you feared I would pick a fight. I thought you would be pleased that we’re are… getting along.”

“You appear to be managing to do both.”

“Why does this bother you so much?”

“You have a tendency to,” he hesitated as he searched for the right words, “become emotionally invested. Were that to happen with a member of this crew who is less than understanding of many of your Vulcan traits it could become difficult for that person to continue working with me.”

“You’re professional relationship is so fragile that my forming a friendship with him would create difficulties?”

“Not for me alone. Your brash, unregulated emotions have gotten you into trouble before. Combining them with the doctor’s could create complications.”

“I am not combining emotions with the doctor.” You stood up. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be any of your business. I can combine whatever I want with whomever I want.”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I was going to go get some tea, unless you’re worried that I’ll run into the head engineer on the way to the replicators and become emotionally invested.” You didn’t wait for a response before walking away.

The light from the replicator stung your over tired eyes but you didn’t look away. It seemed the easiest place to look.

“Brothers, huh?” a nearby voice asked.

You turned to see Jim still sitting at the table, a PADD in one hand and a mug in the other.

“Brothers,” you agreed, grabbing your tea from the machine.

“Always disappointed about something. I swear I don’t know why mine’s mad at me half the time,” he joked.

“That must be nice.”

He chuckled. “I’m my experience with Spock he usually has a good, logical reason for everything he does and says.”

“And in your experience with brothers?” you asked.

“They usually mean well.” He gave you a sympathetic smile. “Even if they’re doing the wrong thing.”

“Are you speaking as someone with a brother or someone who is a brother?” you asked.

“Both.” He set his PADD down. “But mostly someone with a brother. I’m a great brother.”

You smiled at his playful cockiness.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Of course.”

“What’s a yo-yo?”

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