Disclaimer: I do not own the Star trek the characters nor to I profit in from this writing.
Warning: Rape and emotional abuse (but only in the context of the story not gratuitous). But be aware and read at your own risk.
Thanks: Many thanks also to my beta readers The Night Was Moist and Atana71. Thanks so much.
Chapter 2
"Nyota," he said, his face impassive, "I require solitude, please leave."
He turned away, and the door began to close behind him, but she slipped in through the closing gap.
Spock walked into the living area without acknowledging her presence. She followed him feeling heavy with dread.
Still facing away from her he said, "Nyota I regret not attending our appointment today. I now require some solitude. As I said please leave." His voice was as cold and brittle as ice.
Nyota took a deep breath. She struggled to say calm and still her rising panic, she reached out for the anger that his rejection caused and held on to it, drawing on it's the warmth and energy.
"Spock, please, we need to talk about what is bothering you," she said.
He turned and for a moment his eyes looked wild, "Bothering me." He repeated, then he calmed and repeated, "I need to be alone Nyota, I need to meditate."
"No," she said.
Spock's eyebrows rose. "Nyota, I need time to …"
"No, Spock," she said urgently.
One again, he turned away and started to move toward his room.
"Spock," she said, reaching out and grasping his arm. He half turned, and stared at her hand. When he looked up, his expression was no longer impassive.
"Please leave," he said coldly.
"Listen Spock," Nyota stated, struggling to stay calm and focused. Somehow, she had to get through to him. "You're a scientist. You know that if your basic assumptions are incorrect then, no matter how faultless the method of inquiry, any conclusions drawn will also be incorrect. Whatever your assumptions are, they are wrong. All the considering and meditating in the world won't change that."
She could see the indecision on his face.
"Please Spock, check you assumptions first. Do your research, ensure your facts are correct and if you still want me to leave after, I will. But don't let me leave like this," Nyota's voice filled with sadness as she spoke.
Spock turned to face her and nodded once, "It is logical."
She nodded slowly, suddenly drained by the events of the last few hours.
Nyota guessed that most of Spock's focus was on maintaining rigid control. In this state he may be unable to make inferences or read her. She knew she would have to make all of her communications very clear.
"My gut," and she placed her hands over her stomach, "feels like there is a hot snake writhing in it and my hands," they trembled as she held them out, "are shaking. These are physiological reactions to fear. I am afraid," her voice cracked slightly, "I need you. I need you." She stepped forward. "I realize that you may not understand but, right now, more than anything, I need you to hold me. Please Spock," she stepped toward him again.
She was right in front of him now and, almost as if they moved without his consent, his arms rose and wrapped around her. One hand rested on the small of her back and the other held her head gently to his chest. She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her own arms tightly around his rigid body as if she could prevent disaster by physically holding on to him.
TBC
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