It was that damn eyebrow.
The maddeningly smooth half-Vulcan always arched it so elegantly, at a point when Jim had just started to think that he'd figured him out. That eyebrow was like a screwball that not even Sammy Sosa could hit. It was infuriating!
Whatever he said, it almost always seemed to end in some skeptical look accompanied by a single raised eyebrow, already turned up on the outer reaches, like a Vulcan's always was, trekking upwards into his hair.
It meant so many different things, in so many different situations. Talk about infinite diversity in infinite possibilities—that eyebrow could mean anything.
'Quite illogical, Captain.'
'I am confused.'
'That is surprising.'
'You are a fool, Captain.'
'I am going to annihilate you, Jim.'
Any of those, and more were typical sentiments behind an eyebrow arch from Spock.
That damn eyebrow was, God forbid anyone ever heard him say it (especially Bones—he would never let his friend hear the end of it), endearing. It was almost cute, even. On otherwise stoic features the extraordinarily mobile eyebrows stuck out like two sore thumbs. It was horribly distracting, especially on the bridge.
Those damn eyebrows.
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A/N: Okay, so there's the first chapter. I plan for the first couple to be short and sweet, like this, but then they'll get into more of an actual story line. This will probably end up being an M rated fic later, but I MIGHT let it stay T and do a 'fade to black' thing. It just all depends on what's up and how it goes, whether it's tasteful or not.
Reviews are appreciated! I'll take ideas, too!