I took a bit of the Romulan ale, scrunching my face and then sighed as it burned down my throat and entered my blood stream almost immediately. "If I recall, that stuff is illegal." Pike's voice came, sitting down on the bar stool by me. I smiled solemnly, looking down at the glass. I listened to the party upstairs, but my mind was not on it. "What's wrong?" He asked, in father mode. I smiled, looking at him and his bright blue eyes. I always have seen him as a father figure, protecting, punishing and loving.
"I'm confused…" I took another swig and sighed, putting my head on the bar. "I'm here to listen as you have done with me on many occasions." I smiled some, closing my eyes at his comment. "My father has been in my nightmares." I chuckled some. "At least I would think so. I do not remember them, but every night I wake up form a nightmare. I can not think of a better nightmare then him." I sat up and sighed, looking at myself and Pike in the large Mirror.
I laughed, unsure why. "I am… I am thinking about staying here… For awhile." I looked at him sadly. He sighed and pulled me into a hug. "I understand, and so will Jim. But something tells me there is more to this then your father. You never let him bother you like this." He pulled back, but held me at arms length, looking me deep in the eyes. I looked away, feeling embarrassed.
"I… I am tending to some… Feelings that are becoming more and more illogical." He shook his head, knowing I was switching to Vulcan mode. He hates when I do that. "Speak, I am bound to hear." He smiled as I did, knowing he took that from Hamlet.
I got out of his grasp and faced the bar again, looking down at my empty glass. "I guess I've just been mulling over Amanda's death…" I sighed some, grabbed the bottle of ale and pouring a glass for me and a glass for him. He took it and we both took a swig. "Why?" I blinked some, face surprised. "I… I have been hanging around Spock, and being around him reminds me of her in a way." Pike nodded. "His eyes." We both said, smiling. "Yes… His very human eyes.." I closed my eyes, thinking of how they looked when he looked down at me at the cavern not even an hour ago. The hunger in them. The emotion and passion and rage that went in them. Bright and shadowed. A contradiction to his very self.
I didn't notice Pike finish the ale and stand, but I came to when he put a hand on my shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better. He feels as you do." My head snapped to him, unsure of what he meant. He smiled, winked and left, leaving me confused.
*Spock's POV*
Hours went by and the party died, the ones not originally here leaving for their respected starships. Kirk was passed out half on the couch. Nyota was in here room, sleeping as well. McCoy and Scotty were drinking as they helped me clean up, and once done they retired to their own rooms, leaving me alone.
I had not seen Alex the whole night, which ached me in a odd way. As I was making my way up the stairs and into my room, Sylar stopped me at the top and began whining. My brows came together and I put my hand on his head.
Come.
With that, he turned and left, leaving me in confusion for the 2ed time this night. I followed him into Alex's room and stopped at the door way. He got to the bed and looked back at me, sadness in his eyes. I closed my eyes, gulping some. I heard a whimper then, but it did not come from Sylar. Immediately I was by the bed, senses on high alert. Sylar put his cold nose to my palm.
It is happening again. Mama is in distress… I can feel it. I know you can to, Vulcan.
I looked down at the dog as it sat down and nodded. I sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. I could feel her unease sweep off of her, making my nerves stand on end. I reached my hand out and touched her bare shoulder, her emotions suddenly sweeping into me. Pain, horror, terror. My heart ached and I closed my eyes, sending peace into our connection, hoping to sooth her pain.
She sat up, 'cause me to stare at her surprised. She looked around, breathing hard, but stopped when her eyes fell upon me. We stared at each other in the darkness for an eternity of a second, then she latched onto me, digging her face in my chest, her arms wrapped around my neck. She kept repeating the same thing over and over, "Don't let him get me!", and I could feel hot tears on my shirt.
I wrapped my own arms around her small frame and put my head on top of hers, rubbing her back. "I will not let anything touch you that you wish not to." I said, feeling an overpowering need to protect her, to hold her, to make sure she is as happy as a princess. How illogical.
She just held onto me tightly, shaking and crying whilst I held and comforted her as best as I could. My senses where heightened, I could sense everything about her. Her soft skin exposed by her red wife beater that showed her body and it's curves, her waned out mental state, the smell of her hair that contrasted to her skin. Her hair smelled of lime, but her skin had it's own, wonderful scent that I could never forget. Her strong will and power that didn't suit her small frame that so easily fit into my larger one. Oh how easy it is to forget I am Vulcan with her by me.
*Normal POV*
I couldn't comprehend anything for a long time, but when I could, I found myself latched onto Spock… Him holding me tightly, his head on top of my own… I noticed his shirt was wet from my crying, and I pulled back, just looking at his chest. After a bit of silence, he removed one of his arms and grabbed my chin lightly, pulling up making me look at him. His intense eyes searched for something, moving back and fourth, full of concern. Looking at him was almost breath taking, his body to mine was even more so.
"Alex." I swallowed some, actually looking at him now. He seemed to tred on caution as his thoughts came by, jaw clenched. "It is… Your father?" I leaned down some, eyes darting fast and mouth open as if been punched. "You do not have to give me the details of your past, but I do wish you to not be in pain." I looked up at him, and he stared at me softly, reaching his hand up and wiping away a stranded tear.
I swallowed, closing my eyes. "Can you… Stay with me tonight?" I opened my eyes to see him staring at me with slightly wide eyes, eyebrows to his hair line. He then stared at me, his whole body relaxing. "If it would please you, then I shall." I smiled some, laying back down.
He just sat down cross legged, back straight and eyes closed, in meditation on my bed. But with him there, but body was at ease and I was able to sleep, feeling protected.