A/N: Here go I jumping on the wonderful bandwagon that is fanfiction for the newest Star Trek film. I have been bowled over by the quality of work of the writers in this section and hope that my offering is not too humble for such talented company!
Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing, although I have a feeling I will own the DVD as soon as it's possible to get it…
Hands
A hand could do many things. A hand could reach out and press a button stopping a lift, trapping him with his great love and his great grief. A hand could be placed on a woman's waist, pulling her just a little tighter, for just a little more comfort.
A hand, too, could pilot a starship full of a paradoxical matter designed to create black-holes. A hand could calmly programme the co-ordinates of his certain death, whilst his mind held one image before his inner eyes. Her.
A hand could entangle itself in her hair, as his heart took illogical pleasure in the softness of it, but also the strength. Such ebony tresses he could spend an evening stroking.
A hand could point at a projection screen, guiding the attention of a hundred students, whilst he felt the slightest flush of green tinge his cheeks as a pair of brown eyes flickered momentarily from the screen to his face and back again.
A hand could wrap itself around another's throat, blind fury in his eyes and the blood of Earth and the blood of Vulcan mingling and thundering in his ears. A hand could tighten, as if by that action it could bring a planet, a culture, a world, a mother, back to him.
A hand could reach out, into the void, failing –
Or, a hand could wrap around the other, holding it in place behind his back, and his emotions in check with it.