Disclaimer: No, I don't own it, any of it. If I did, I'd be so set for life.
Hey guys, this is story I had in my archives. I wrote it a while back after the first movie, listening to Rihanna's Russian Roulette. It's a slightly darker tale. It takes a look at the idea of a slightly colder Spock, unmoved, unchanged from the otherwise stoic outlook when it comes to relationships, especially in the acknowledgement of his lover Nyota. Someone... Unemotionally attached. Any thoughts are welcome. :) Enjoy!
It was a game, Nyota realized one night.
This relationship with the dark passionate Vulcan love god.
One huge game, where, as with most games, there could be one winner.
Every step she tried to take forward, whether it was acknowledging each other in public, holding hands, kissing, or simply spending time in the same room, meeting each other's gaze for more than a few seconds, he seemed to retreat, so far that she simply became lost in the fold. The distance immeasurable.
She had thought perhaps after the incident on Vulcan, after she had kissed him in front of the others, Jim Kirk included, he would grow accustomed to the idea, and yet he seemed only more distant.
Each night was passionate and filled with love, the physical, raw, heart-wrenching kind. Beforehand and afterwards they would engage each other intellectually, such a euphoric feeling it gave them, something they alone seemed able to understand. But once release was met she never knew what would happen next, what his reaction would be.
A soft caress perhaps, a last lingering kiss that would make her toes curl and her heart flutter, or when it was worst, a dull look in his gaze, and worse to feel him simply rolling over onto his side to sleep.
The next morning she would awake, always alone, no matter the circumstance, with no trace that he had ever been there. His side of the bed would be smoothed over and wrinkle free, without stain or hair, not even his intoxicating smell she could never fully get out of her head. It was as if it had all been a dream, a sad, terrible, wonderful while it lasted dream that felt more like a nightmare with each passing day.
How cruel could he be to make her love him?
He truly was a Vulcan. There had only been one women he had ever felt an emotional attachment for, and that had been his mother.
He no longer had need for another.
She couldn't explain it to her friends.
Gaila was gone.
The same day Nero had been destroyed was the same day she`d found out the Faragut had been annihilated. She`d cried for hours, while Spock stared on, eyes blank, simply unable to give her the same comfort she had given him.
"Do you care about me?" She had asked one nigh. He was at his desk doing reports, while she did the same.
A pause, in which she forgot to take breath passed before he finally gave her an answer. "I find you... Most stimulating."
Nyota reached once more, hoping for a tug, anything. "And nothing else?"
He looked at her but a moment. "Would that be logical?" He turned back once more, retuning to his work as if it were nothing once more. As if she were nothing.
Finally one day, she'd had enough.
"I'm leaving." She spoke, not waiting for him to reply. It was her turn to go.
The room to the quarters slammed behind her, rocking like a bullet through her heart.