Noise and Nothing
A Spock/Uhura Fanfiction
The closure of the door resulted in a rapid, sibilant whistle. His ears pricked at the high frequency.
He didn't find these symptoms the least bit fascinating- but unwelcome and strange. He hadn't anticipated his body's reaction when the meeting had been arranged. To acknowledge these acts would not be beneficial and yet...
There was a building pressure at his ribs, tightening. His throat felt irritated and swallowing proved a futile preventative measure. This made the necessity of breathing somewhat difficult as well.
Other distinctly human reactions were present also; it took much more concentration to calm his hands, relax his jaw. He had been walking for several moments with no recollection as to his destination and his thoughts were disordered.
The vehemence of these reflexes, the strength of their influence was unnerving.
He had been most diligent in considering all factors, their relative effects and the potential outcomes of both choices ahead of him before making a final decision.
Instead of a sense of completeness, he felt...
His stride slows at the realization, a dozen images and feelings flooding his thoughts.
Radiant mocha skin, drawn and ashen. Her bold seeking gaze unusually subdued. Shock jolts through the bond they've forged, followed by an anger so extreme in its release he has a fleeting, irrational desire to check his skin for burns. Above all though, is the vehement sense of loss she directs at him. Emptiness. A black that continues without end.
A corridor off to the right provides a more private environment for contemplation and so he adjusts his steps. He listens but there are none that follow.
His head bows, his eyes clench tightly.
And Spock grieves for her in the nothing.