Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek.
Author's note: you can assume whatever you want about whatever happened before-- I wrote it that way, so you can imagine it yourself. =) Tell me what you think.
It's amazing, how much emotion humans can put into one word.
"Spock."
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For once, I care; for once, it's not just some unnamed lover leaving me; for once, it's—Spock.
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"Spock."
Though I heard the question in his voice, I take two small steps toward the door.
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No, no; he can't do this—he can't leave me. I'm his t'hy'la. Isn't that enough to make him stay?
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It's illogical that I have this burning feeling in my abdomen—it's like acid, burning through my skin—jealousy, perhaps? Fear? I'm in too much of a confused state to try to recognize the emotion.
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"Spock, wait."
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So many people he's toyed with; how could he think this would be any different?
Does he really care?
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"Spock. Don't go. Please."
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And in those four words I hear my answer; an unshed cloud of tears, hovering on the edge of reality.
I've never seen him cry.
His name tumbles out of my mouth before I can stop it.
"James."
I turn around and face him.
Sometimes it's logical to be illogical. And emotional, for that matter.
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I slowly take in my t'hy'la's expression. It is one of love, pain, relief, hurt, happiness; all written on the face of one usually so afraid to show what he feels.
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My t'hy'la.