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aviophobic‌:

“True,” Leonard says solemnly, though he finds it difficult to keep his lips from twitching in what would be a full blown grin, if he allowed it. “Unfortunately, we communicate using language, not mathematics. Looks like we’re never gonna know what the other’s thinkin’.”

This he says with a distinct air of regret, though there’s still that hint of a challenge that glints in his eye, hoping he can bait Spock just a little bit further. Despite any misgivings he may have had once upon a time, he’s come to truly enjoy these absurd little interactions. 

“Not necessarily. Vulcans and humans have historically had some difficulty understanding one another to the fullest extent, but they have also managed to reach somewhat of a ‘middle ground’ in which each group can communicate with one another. We can as well.”

As usual, the intent behind the words spoken to him have gone unrealized. He has focused too much on the words themselves and missed the meaning behind them. 

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aviophobic‌:

“Mm. So what you’re sayin’ here,” he ventures, unable to avoid sounding just the slightest bit smug, “Is sometimes it’s impossible to apply logic.” 

It’s not that he’s attempting to corner Spock, or beat him at his own game, so to speak. But there is some pleasure to be had in needling him just that slightest bit, if only because he knows that deep down, the guy likes a change to flex his intellectual muscles and attempt to reason his way out of clumsily constructed corners. 

Maybe, if he’s honest, it’s Leonard’s method of flirting. He’s never had the opportunity or the desire to pursue a Vulcan before, and this is every bit as new for him as it is for Spock. 

“I --- no, that’s not . . . ”  A small huff of air is exhaled as he shakes his head. He knows Leonard is teasing him, which can be a bit frustrating at times. It does get an emotional rise out of him, and his instinct is to suppress that.

“I only meant that as a child I came to various conclusions, but none which made more logical sense than another. There is not one answer to the question, there are many. The science behind language is not so precise as mathematics.”

Perhaps he is a bit defensive out of habit, but he simply cannot help this instinct. He feels compelled to justify himself in every way, as he always has.

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iowatoenterprise‌:

Jim shook his head a little, trying to make sense of what he’d felt during that meld. At the time he hadn’t thought much of it. There were too many things going on for him to focus on that. Even afterwards, it felt weird to think too much about it. Clearly it had been something private, something that wasn’t supposed to be shared. But it was so strong, Jim had a hard time shaking it. “I think… The other version of me was someone very special to him. I don’t think he was still alive when the Ambassador came back, but it felt almost like there was still a connection there.”

      “ perhaps that is so, ”  he said, voice quiet.  “ it is quite possible what you saw was something personal to him. & as he is me, it would not be unexpected if he had attempted to keep this from you. ”  it was not out of any malintent, he knew. it was simply not pertinent information at the time. that, and matters of the heart were meant for oneself & the other person or people involved.

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aviophobic‌:

“Nah, doesn’t. The imagination on that kid.” What does surprise him is that Spock is so fond of it, but they’ll have established that by now. Surely in admitting to it, Spock realizes that it could raise a few brows, and he’d know exactly why. 

Personally, Leonard finds it endearing. He wonders if perhaps a part of him wishes he might escape into some mad world of whimsy, where logic has no meaning. Leonard has himself wished such a thing on occasion, though he’s not about to say so. What he will do, however, is attempt to make things difficult, in the most wholesome manner possible.

“So go on. What is the difference between a raven and a writing desk?”

“I assume you are referring to the riddle posed by the Mad Hatter,” he says, glancing down at the cover of his book.  “In truth --- there is no one correct answer. Over time, people have fabricated answers, but the author, Lewis Carroll, never intended there to be a correct solution.”

He pauses a moment, shaking his head.  “I spent many nights as a child trying to uncover a logical answer, but of course, I came to no conclusion.”

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aviophobic‌:

“You don’t say,” he replies dryly, but there is a very sincere undercurrent of wonder there. Leonard had long suspected this, he just hadn’t ever expected Spock to admit it. Watching the way those long, thin fingers dust so carefully over the cover of the book, he wonders who else might know this about him. Such a simple thing, but damn if it doesn’t feel like a secret.

“Guess it doesn’t get much more illogical than that.” His expression softens a little; he doesn’t know the story any more than most men his age, he supposes, but he has his own memory associated with it. “Jo liked that one.”

Gaze lifting to meet Leonard’s, Spock raises a brow. It seems a rare occasion when the doctor mentions his daughter. Then again, perhaps he has not been around when Leonard has mentioned her. He wonders...

“It is quite a... whimsical story. It does not surprise me that it interests her.” Human children seem to enjoy that sort of thing, he’s found.

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Have I ever told you how much I adore your hands? Those long fingers, delicate and graceful, just begging to be kissed.

      this was  .  .  .  unexpected, to put it simply. he had not anticipated jim’s confession, nor was he prepared to respond to it. so it was no surprise that the tips of his ears & his cheeks began to turn a bit green.

      “ --- i do not recall your saying so, no. ”

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iowatoenterprise‌:

“No, that was… This was something he didn’t necessarily want me to see. He was grieving for the loss of his planet, the meld wasn’t as controlled as he meant.” Jim paused for a moment, thinking back to the little flashes that had joined the story that Ambassador Spock had been telling him. Jim was there, but much older. There was something about it that seemed…. Important. Like things had been cut short, and seeing Jim again suddenly brought a wave of emotion back. But not solely one of friendship. “I saw myself, but not me.”

      “ i am uncertain of to what you are referring, ”  he said, brow furrowed in thought. he had known the ambassador perhaps a bit better than the captain had known him, but he did by no means receive much insight into what the ambassador had experienced in his lifetime.  “ ambassador spock was quite cautious in telling me much about his experiences. he did not wish to alter our timeline more than it already has been. ”  there was a small pause as he went over jm’s words in his mind again.  “ however --- i do sense that perhaps there was something left unresolved between him & his version of you. ”

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iowatoenterprise‌:

Jim was silent for a while, and at one point anyone might think he was asleep. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. But he was awake and thinking, trying to put his thoughts into words. “…Hey, Spock? Can you tell me more about that thing I saw in Ambassador Spock’s mind? That bond thing?”

      for a moment, spock is completely at rest. the last he’d felt this way had been --- well, he can’t remember when. but for now, he is content to relax here with jim.

      however, when the captain speaks, his eyes open & he peers over at the man, head tilted curiously.  “ i infer that what you are referring to is a mind meld. is that what you mean? ”

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aviophobic‌:

To someone like Leonard, who always endeavors to say what he means and mean what he says, Spock’s first reply tells him he would like to be left to his own devices to return to his reading. 

It’s the fact that Spock bothers with an amendment that tells him otherwise, and while he isn’t the sort of man who enjoys guessing games, he’s learning to navigate Vulcan social clues as well as anyone who hadn’t grown up around them. Spock wanting him to say and Spock not minding his presence aren’t exactly the same thing, but he’ll take what he get and learn to like it until the day he comes to more fully understand all the rest of it.

“What’re you readin’?” Did he already ask that? The doctor can be nervous too, and while it isn’t always obvious, he harbors a great many insecurities and anxieties he’s long ago learned to mask with sarcastic humor, standoffishness, or a gruff exterior. 

When Leonard chooses to remain, Spock decides he should shift over and allow the doctor a place to sit. It is the polite thing to do, he thinks. Then he glances down at his book once again and tilts the cover so that the doctor can see it.

“A story my mother used to read to me when I was a child... Alice in Wonderland.” He runs the tips of his fingers over the edges of the book, over the embossed cover. “At times, even I desire a break from what is logical.” It’s not something he admits freely to anyone. In fact, Leonard is the only one.

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indie  S’CHN T’GAI SPOCK.          STAR  TREK    ( AOS )    based. canon-divergent.          written  by  CARA.           sideblog  to  kirktm.

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aviophobic‌:

There’s something immensely satisfying about hearing Spock abandon his proper title for his name; something that warms him in ways he tries not to examine too closely, lest he catch himself starting to feel like a sap. 

“Yeah, I know. That’s my bad, m’not sure what I expected.” To his credit, he manages to get through that entire sentence without rolling his eyes, or wanting to punctuate it with an exasperated sigh. It would seem they’re getting used to one another, after all. 

Now he faces two options: getting up and heading off, leaving Spock alone, or pressing for more time. For the life of him, he doesn’t know what they could get up to together that would prolong this feeling of easy companionship. Spock doesn’t enjoy drinking, and would utterly destroy him at chess. 

“You, uh. Wanna be alone?”

He supposes it’s not important if the doctor doesn’t bother to explain. So he will allow the topic to be laid to rest and merely focus on the present instead. A few years ago, he might have fixated on the unknown, but he has learned since then that it is not always convenient to be so structured.

Gazing up at Leonard now, Spock tilts his head at the man.  “If you wish to go, you may. I will merely return to my reading.” A small pause as the wheels turn in his head. “But if you would like to stay... that is acceptable as well.” He would not mind at all if Leonard stayed.

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spock coming to understand that ‘talking dirty’ is something terrans enjoy as a sexual experience so he engages jim in a rousing, hour-long discussion about topsoil and minerals and actual dirt and jim is just like ‘what is happening. what the hell is happening right now’

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brashir‌:

     undoubtedly, it’s a mix of both mccoy’s influence, and the profession. his hand brushes against a hypospray and julian grabs it. it takes only a moment for him to glance at it, ensure the correct medicine is loaded, then press it to spock’s neck. it’s nothing more than a mild pain killer. something to make it manageable. 

     the hypo is set aside, and julian’s attention turns back to the injury. still no blood seeping through the clothing. a good sign, but that means little. for the sake of being thorough, he lifts spock’s shirt far enough to check his stitches, and finally breathes. they’re still holding. good.

     finally, he calls for the bridge, ❝ bashir to kirk. captain, commander spock is going to need to remain in the medbay for a little longer. i want to ensure he heals fully before he is allowed up. ❞ then, with a soft smile, julian address spock once more. ❝ there. is there anything else i can do for you, commander? ❞

      as doctor bashir administers the medication & checks his stitches once more, spock lies still & shuts his eyes. there’s no use fighting him when he no longer has anywhere to be but here.

      exhaling softly, he folds his hands & rests them over his stomach as he gazes up at the ceiling. he finds lying in a biobed & waiting to recover quite a tedious task. it means he must find a way to occupy his mind.

      eyes opening, he peers up at the doctor, quiet for a moment.  “ since you will not allow me to leave the medical bay, perhaps someone could bring me my PADD if there is a spare moment. while i am not able to work on the bridge presently, there is more work to be done. ”

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thepocketqueer‌:

“There are very few people who can challenge me as well and one of them is my mother.  I’ve missed having more people at hand to play such games with.” Shane offered him another smile.  “I’d like that a lot, Spock.  Lead the way.”

      giving a small nod of understanding, spock exited the room & headed toward one of the recreation rooms. there were many on the ship, but the one he frequented was often much quieter than the others. it was his favorite of them all for that reason. so it was usually there that he went when he wished to be somewhere quiet, but still amongst others.

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aviophobic‌:

“Succeed or deal with gettin’ burned,” says by way of both explanation and agreement. Leonard minds a good deal less when the other person is as clueless as he is; it means he isn’t the only one stumbling around in the dark looking like a fool, nor will his pride be wounded when he must admit he doesn’t understand something. Experience with Spock has taught him that for as intelligent, as brilliant as the man is, he doesn’t have all the answers either.

“Fortunately,” he amends, in an attempt to help all this sound far less menacing, “If you’re not likin’ it, no need to burn, Spock.” 

Leonard’s expression is a bit softer now, his tone conveying what he hopes is reassurance. It’s never too late to back out of this, and he doesn’t want Spock thinking he’s trapped in some scenario he wants no part of.

Metaphors are not his strong suit. In fact, figurative language in general is a weak point for the Vulcan. Vulcans are straightforward to a point. Logic dictated that brevity and clarity are most efficient in communication. So, despite having spent so much time with humans after having left his homeworld, he has had little practice with figurative language.

“I am uncertain of what you mean, Doc --- Leonard.” He has to remind himself that titles are unnecessary here, where intimacy and personal relations are concerned. “Fire has no place in this conversation. I assume you mean it as a metaphor, but I cannot find the meaning in it.”

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thepocketqueer‌:

“Oh, I have no doubt.”  Shane was very experienced at this type of thing and had learned from the best in deception.  There was a reason his true birth date was so well-hidden, after all.  Moreover, he fully intended to free his brother without incriminating the Enterprise.  All of the blame would be on him, as it should be.   “I would like to continue that game of 3D Chess we had going when you’ve got the time, by the way.” 

      “ oh --- yes. ”  he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.  “ most days, i play alone for practice, so it is rare that i have an opponent who challenges me. ”  he glanced down at his PADD for a moment before rising to his feet.  “ i have nothing scheduled presently, if you are interested in resuming now. ”