An Encounter
Looking back through the innumerable folders stored on my Padd, in an attempt to go through and organize them into some sort of coherency, I found many documents I had forgotten about. One such was connected to a particularly memorable story, an encounter with a most singular individual. I was on a long, tedious flight, and had exhausted all methods of amusement. Most of the passengers were dozing, it being night now according to the planet we'd left, but I was just passing through on a longer journey, and was depressingly alert.
I stood up to stretch my legs, wandering over to the back of the craft. To my surprise, someone was standing there already, looking out the small viewscreen. The surprising thing was not that he, like myself, had obviously had nothing to divert him; but that he was a Vulcan, quite young, dressed in a Starfleet uniform—medical or scientific I couldn't tell—and that he was smiling, quietly, as if at some private amusement.
I had met Vulcans before—in general, I found them to be excellent conversationalists, if occasionally coming off as slightly superior.
He turned to look at me, as if only just pulled out of his reverie, though he must have heard me minutes before.
"The view really is amazing, isn't it," I remarked.
"Mmmm," he agreed. "I find the beauty and complexity of the universe to be fascinating. There are always new things to discover, in the smallest particles and the largest galaxies alike."
"Exactly. And the fact that you can find patterns and similitude in the most unexpected places."
We fell silent for a moment, then, engaged in our own thoughts, before the Vulcan spoke again. "What brings you this way?"
"To Earth or the window?" I quipped.
"Earth; though I'm sure your reasons for coming to the window would make for a captivating discussion."
I laughed. "Perhaps! Though I doubt it. I'm visiting family, in fact."
"Ah."
"My brother is getting married, and, of course, the whole family had to come—even if we haven't spoken in years." I shook my head in annoyance.
My companion was looking at me now, thoughtfully. "Perhaps it will be an occasion to patch up relationships," he suggested.
"That's likely," I muttered.
The Vulcan hesitated. When he spoke next, he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "In my experience of humans," he ventured, "you spend much energy on regretting things that happened, or did not happen."
"Yes," I admitted. "You're right. Yet have you never regretted anything?" I sighed slowly. "Sometimes it takes more than wishing for a thing to be right to make it so."
In the depths of space, stars—bigger than can be comprehended with the human mind, small enough to cover with a fingernail—slowly slipped past.
"I am familiar with that," he said.
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Notes: this takes place before the beginning of TOS-around the time of "The Cage" and before "Where No Man Has Gone Before." Spock is serving under Captain Pike.