Moon
Sequel to It went bang
By Gumnut
23 Jul 2006
Moon.
The single word applied itself to his mind.
It was a moon.
And it was moving. Drifting, circling in circles ever so lazily. Kirk smiled. It was pretty. It glittered gold. Was there a sun? Sun and moon. A pair. Somewhere he smiled.
Drifting lazily. Round and round.
He used to gaze at the moon on Earth when he was a kid. Nothing like an Iowa field on a clear night. Stars and moon. Partners, pairs, no sun. No, there was no sun where there was a moon.
No sun.
He frowned.
Lazy circles.
Spock liked moons. He had spent an entire afternoon attempting to explain the enjoyment…totally Vulcan enjoyment, mind you…he received from calculating moon probabilities at a distance. When Kirk asked why on Earth he would want to calculate something the sensors could easily tell him at a touch of a button, Spock had laser blasted him with that eyebrow of his and returned the question with a question of his own regarding mountain climbing and its purpose. Kirk had been forced to back down and fight back a grin. Vulcan, Smulcan. Big fake.
Fake. Fate.
Dancing in lazy circles.
If there was a moon, where was the planet? He frowned again.
Lazy circles.
"M-" ister Spock?
Spock?
Where was his voice?
Where was his Vulcan?
That thought set him giggling around his head. Hand me my Vulcan please. A silly grin.
Doctor, we're losing her!
Damnit! Get me a Vulcan now!
McCoy asking for a Vulcan? Vulcan, Vulcan, I need a Vulcan, stat!
More silent giggling.
Vulcan.
Vulcan had no moon.
Spock said so. Spock always knew. Ask Spock.
No moon.
But there was moon.
Spinning in lazy circles.
"Sp-" No voice. Wh-?
Spock?
No answer.
Try harder.
Spock!
Something. He felt something. Spock?
J-
Spock, there's a moon.
Jim!
There's a moon. He giggled at the Spock he couldn't see, only sense. Hand me my Vulcan!
And suddenly there was sound. Sound! He flinched. Someone was moving nearby. Nearby.
The moon danced in circles.
Where was he?
Jim? "Captain?"
What was wrong with Spock's voice? He frowned again. Spock sounded hurt!
And it hit him. Spock! The sun!
The ship!
The moon circling in lazy circles.
He lay staring at it.
Through a gaping hole where his bridge used to be.
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