Greetings, Earthlings! I'm back on my home planet and giving my lonely computer a little company. I hope you enjoy the results. This is my first Spock/McCoy fic. I've been watching a lot of Star Trek lately (especially the movies) and was inspired. Did anyone else notice heavy slash implications in ST IV?
Anyway, this is also my first slash fic. Took me a while to get into them, but now I definitely understand the addiction.
So without further ado, I give you Beyond Noesis.
Prelude
To an outsider, the stiffness of Spock's stature was a simple indicator of his Vulcan control. To those who knew him well, however, it was apparent that Spock was attempting to repress his human emotions with little success.
Spock was worried.
He tried to ignore that small voice inside him telling him that everything that had happened was his fault. He closed his eyes, summoning his father's voice, repeating the Principles of Surak to himself as he waited outside the doors of Sickbay.
A doctor running by shattered Spock's temporary poise and in that moment, he had never felt more human.
He tried to reenter his meditations, but images unbidden kept creeping into his mind.
The laughter, the noise, the pressing, sticky crowd, the spilling water, a sudden realization in unnaturally blue eyes, the glint of metal and the bright red blood.
Spock flinched, remembering with anguish how the slender form had crumpled to the ground, how he had pushed with all of his superhuman strength to reach him before another blow fell. He remembered the cracking of bones in the alien's arm, the howl of pain and finally the fearfully thin heartbeat and struggling to make his voice steady as he requested transport to their shuttlecraft.
So here Spock stood, confined to the waiting area, restless. If it had been anyone else, he would have been able to return to his quarters to meditate.
However in this moment, Leonard McCoy, his friend and more-than-friend lay dying in his own Sickbay and there was nothing Spock could do to save him.