Story: Searching for Heaven
Author: MikoAkako
Beta: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Pairing/Character: Jim, Spock
Word count: 292
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
Summary: xxxvii. Eyes. Your eyes are different.
A/N: Set after Narada incident but before returning to Earth.
Eyes
Jim didn't realize he'd been staring until the object of his attention lifted a carefully sculpted eyebrow. Normally, he wouldn't be caught dead looking at the Vulcan, but he was tired and there was something nagging him about Spock. It bothered him that he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
"Is something the matter, Captain?" Jim was shaken out of his thoughts again. He shouldn't be staring at Spock when he had so many other things to do. Captain Pike had woken up and after Bones finished examining him, he expected a report from Jim on what had happened during his absence. And yet…
"Your eyes," Jim said. He'd seen more Vulcan's in the past few hours than ever before in his life. He'd thought Spock a typical Vulcan, but he was aware that many Vulcan's gave Spock odd glances.
"Excuse me?" Spock asked, brows lifting even higher.
"Your eyes are different." He glanced across the room where Spock's father was speaking with several other Vulcans. "They look almost…human."
"My mother is…was Amanda Greyson," Spock explained. There was no hint of pain or anger in his absolutely Vulcan expression. "As Ambassador to Earth, my father married a human."
"I'm sorry about earlier," Jim said, sensing he'd hit on a sensitive topic. "I was…"
"You did what was necessary," Spock's tone was clipped. Jim accepted the acknowledgement with a cocky grin that made the Vulcan clench, visible only in a slight hardening of his human eyes. "I must go assist the Vulcan refugees."
Jim watched him leave, shaking his head and thinking back to his conversation with the older Spock. Perhaps it would be easier than he thought to find that friendship.