Disclaimer – If I could claim Star Trek as my own I would
Earth date – March 2258, Somewhere in San Francisco
'I'll be missing you' (Angst)
6.32 million offworlders*, 6.12 billion Vulcanoids, 6.12 billion representatives of his culture. It was illogical to repeat the number, none of them were coming back. She was not ever coming back. A whole planet destroyed due to one Romulan's illogical grief of an event that had not even taken place yet. And unless future history drastically changed, would another Nero experience the same tragedy again? Temporal mechanics was not his forte, as a student his peers would often state the subject gave them a headache. Right now a headache was the least of his problems. His katra ached; it ached for his people, it ached for the ones that died on that terrible day, it ached for his parents and the remnants of the Surak clan; all twenty of them, and it ached for the one he had decided to leave behind.
Spock closed the door of the hotel suite. The night before had gone the way he expected; weeping, a slapped face, a distressed voice culminating in a night of unrestrained lust and passion. It was the first time he ended a romantic relationship with the deepest regret. It was the first time he deliberately hurt someone he loved.
The needs of the many outweighed the needs and desires of two people. The only thing he could gift her with was his love, his body and his tears.
Author's notes
I'm not good with angst, had to make this short since it upset me to go down this road. But its good to be back!
* I'm taking a guess a tough place like Vulcan would not have many aliens living there, 6 million is only 0.1% of the planet