Why??

Spock stumbled into the empty conference room.

" I-I am a- Vulcan. I-I am in c-control." He muttered feverishly.

He shut his eyes, leaning against the door; he found he was not in control.

" I-I am in control. I am a Vulcan." That didn't work.

" Six times two e-equals- equals." Math didn't seem to work either. He stumbled into a chair and shakily sat down. Sobs started to tear at him. His thin body shook with them.

" Oh, Mama. I should have told you. I should have. It's not my fault. N-no one –tho-thought t-to tell-l me."

He heard the door swoosh open. He looked up. " Have my duties. Need to-to help people. Th-the way I could-couldn't do the way m-my father wanted me too."

" Spock?" He heard a voice ask him.

" Jim? Every time I feel friendship for you, I feel ashamed." Spock stood up, not knowing that Jim was right behind him. Spock turned. " Jim, I-I"- Spock's face filled with anguish. Jim saw the tearstains.

" It's okay, you never knew."

" Oh, Jim, my mother she's dead, I almost missed the funeral. And I didn't even get to see it with my father. My father wanted me to be there, but we couldn't. He-he told me about it, and it was videotaped. I never got to t-tell her."

" Tell her what?"

" That I loved her, Jim, she never got to hear it." Spock was crying again.

And Jim didn't know what to do.

FIN

AN: I might make this into more than one chappie, please tell me what you think and I'll keep working on this!

Live Long and Prosper.

Alice