Jim was unconscious, slumped against a rock with his shirt torn. The security team fired back at the firing Klingons ducking under their force field, Spock took out his communicator then checked for a pulse on Jim's neck. Yes! He was still there, breathing, living in that emotionally and illogical and irrational vessel, but mostly compassionate. One that Spock favored over any other captain (besides, Pike) he met after becoming acquainted to Jim.
"Mr Scott," Spock said. "Four to beam up. Get Doctor McCoy in the transporter immediately with a gurney."
"Ay aye, Commander." Came Scotty's voice over the communicator.
Ensign Richards stood up firing back at the Klingon which he was the victim of being shot straight at the chest knocking him down. There goes one more security personnel. The not-so-distant phaser firing became a melody to Spock's ears as he, Jim, and the remaining officer were being beamed back over to the Enterprise. So far responding to a distress call had ended out terribly as it did about seventy-eight point ninety-nine percent of the time. It was a wonder how Jim survived, mostly due to Spock's interference, but not this time.
Not.
This.
Time.
Spock's surroundings changed before his eyes to the transporter room and McCoy's eyes widened. A cry came out of the doctor's mouth followed by him approaching the captain holding a hypospray. Jim groaned, his back meeting the ground. His arm outstretched on the transporter pad and his eyes briefly fluttered open. He had phaser burns on his chest and a gashing wound that was more like slash marks, which was unusual as this must mean that Klingons have some kind of phaser that is unlike anyone capable of making distinctive shapes. McCoy applied a hypo to the side of Jim's neck. Nurse Chapel helped McCoy put the captain onto the gurney and they wheeled him out.
Spock's hands were soaked in the blood of James T. Kirk.
It was illogical to feel emotion circulating through his system and his hands. His fingers twisted up against his palm. What about the phaser scars? That should be a fascinating subject, all though there is little to no evidence to study on and learn from it. The Vulcan got off the transporter pad. Why was he feeling sudden emotions at the unexpected fall of his captain? Jim would surely survive it, as usual, as in ninety-nine point nine percent of the time. What about the other one percent of the time? The time that never happened?
Spock was a Vulcan, not a human.
Even though he was half human and half Vulcan.
Spock cleaned his hands off of Jim's blood.
Just one last week on the five year mission and then it will be all over.
The humans have been rubbed off him, he used to be so . . . logical. Before Kirk, before Scotty, before McCoy, before Uhura, before Chekov, before Sulu: Spock had gone on his duties as a science officer relying on his knowledge and skills operating under the philosophy of Surak. Now, here he was, his hands clenching against the sink controlling the utter catastrophic emotion sweeping over him. Vulcans would logically conclude it was rage. Humans would say it was grief for a time that would end. A Romulan would say "He is paranoid." And a Klingon would say, "It is not obvious this Vulcan will miss his fellow kin? He is meeting his breaking point realizing the end is neigh." Spock's prior actions had guided him into this route and the Vulcan he became.
Saving his past self which left I'chaya dead.
Euthanizing his sehlat as a young boy unaware the beast was unconscious and not awake to feel the pain she was thrown into.
Spock sat down onto his mat and conducted a meditation after washing his hands in his bathroom.
Spock had to clear his mind.