Title: Waiting for Absolution
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Character: Spock Prime
Dislaimer: Not mine. Am humbly borrowing from Roddenberry and company.
Notes: Thank you to Jade_eyes for the suggestion that led to this one... though, really, she had something else in mind. Enjoy.
Standing on the icy surface of the moon he'd been left on and staring upward, all he can think of is his wife. Watching the destruction of his world... his home, it all slides into focus.
He failed, and now nothing can take it back. Nothing, not one thing.
How many dead? He does not know. Too many to count.
The icy wind buffets him, but he barely feels it. It is nothing compared to the storm raging on the inside. To the pain threatening to overtake him, body and soul.
His wife... family... friends. His parents. Did they make it off in time?
So many questions swirled around in his mind... he knew she wasn't born yet, in this time, but that was all he knew. Would the colony be affected? That, too, was an unknown.
Saavik... maybe he'd been so eager and willing to save Romulus any way he could because, in a way, it was her homeworld. In a way, though she had never really lived there, nor was she fully Romulan or fully Vulan. She had walked a line, just as he had, being neither one nor the other, and both at the same time.
He looked again at the very obvious evidence of his failures and his eyes began to sting in a way that he could not blame on the coldness swirling around him.
He had failed... everyone.
How much would be altered by his failure? Spock didn't know.