“Spock, are you even listening to me!” Kirk boomed. “She could die out there, are you gonna’ help me or not?” Spock sucked in a breath, attempting to stop all the scattering thoughts and emotions that ran though his mind; they were louder than any voice in the room, compelling him to only hear reverberating muffles of Kirks failed trial to get his attention.

“Captain, I am afraid you will have to go about the mission without me; as I have been emotionally compromised, that would clearly effect the object of the mission,” he forced out that sentence, and in one swift move, he was out of the room.


Spock had experienced emotion before, most he didn’t like the feeling of- rage, remorse, fear-, so, naturally, he blocked it all out. But something about when you walked into a room made his head spin. As a creature of logic, he couldn’t quite figure this conundrum out. But he is half human. And in the back of his mind he had an idea of what was happening, but he wouldn’t let himself come to terms and face it. It’s just the way your eyes light up when you smile, and how sweet and determined you are; he himself is even puzzled at the fact that he ponders upon these things that full-blooded Vulcans would think are entirely irrelevant.


“(y/n)? You’re not supposed to be down here; leave. Immediately, before you get infected. This is a radioactive planet!” Spock explained.

“Spock, I’m not going back up. Even if I did, I could already be infected, and that wouldn’t do the people aboard any good.”

“A possibility, but there is no logical reason for you to be down here.”

“What, besides the Captain giving me orders to be down here?” you chuckled. He sighed. She really shouldn’t have come down here… it is too dangerous for her own safety.