In loving memory - thank you, Leonard Nimoy, for everything that you have given me. May your journey on to the undiscovered country that we all must face one day be blessed.
She is the only one who sees the little gasp – the sudden
tensing of his shoulders and the fleeting crease of eyebrows, knuckles
whitening on the arm of the command chair, just barely. It would have set off
sirens in Spock’s mind immediately, would have had McCoy narrowing his eyes
But Spock is on gamma shift, Leonard down in sickbay.
And of all of them, it is Nyota
who reads it first; Nyota who is asked to relay the transmission. Nyota who
feels something small and (irrational, it’s
irrational, it was inevitable) painful twist in her chest, her fingers
skimming the edge of her station barrier, hesitation lasting a second too long
before she forwards the message to Kirk’s queue.