Title: So close
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I glanced at his finely arched brow, his gaunt and masculine features. His mouth was curved, as if in an almost sarcastic manner.
How could I feel emotions towards this man, a man whom I respected more than any other. But to be frank, he wasn't a man. That was why he was so alluring to me.
He looked like a man, he gazed at me with an endearing and slightly sarcastic expression on his face. But he wasn't a man.
"Jim?"
The soft mouth curved into the word I knew so well. It fell from his lips like the gentle rain in Spring. So soft and without malice, so gentle and calm.
And this wasn't a man. He was vulcan.
"Jim? Are you alright?"
Such tender concern. I wondered if he could read my thoughts as I gazed with undisguised longing at his slender body. How could someone who looked like a man not be a man? This was confusing to me. Besides, I was a commander, not a scientist. How was I to understand the crucial differences in our beings? He looked human, and that was good enough for me.
A passion stirred deep within my soul.
"Jim!"
I suddenly came to myself, my passion ebbing with the significance of his unspoken question "Yes? I'm sorry Spock, my mind wandered. What was it you wanted?"
"Communication has been re-established between the commander of the Orision fleet. Do you wish to address them now?"
I sighed. Feelings and emotions would have to wait.
"Yes" I sighed "We must communicate with them as soon as we can".
I rose suddenly, without conviction. I turned away from him as he caught my arm gently and turned me to face him. I could feel his breath against my neck.
"Jim. I am and always will be ... your friend ...."
I sighed. Spock had a way with words that surpassed mere mortal communication. He was informing me that my passion was pointless, in a sincere and diplomatic manner.
"I know Spock. I've always known" I patted him potitely on the back, and walked away quickly and behind I left my surging emotions where they belonged. In the past.
"Jim .....?"
I turned around quickly, impatiently "Yes?"
Spock turned away suddenly, his profile slightly illuminated by the false light in the room. He didn't turn and face me, but mumbled a few words I couldn't quite hear.
Impatient, and full of emotion I walked away from him without asking him to repeat his words.
However, I heard them briefly as I walked away.
I wished to this day I had turned around and confronted Spock with what I had heard.
But I walked away.
I regret only this one course of action in my life. I have never regretted any other.
Spock said "I will always be your friend ..... but I would have been so much more".
THE END
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I glanced at his finely arched brow, his gaunt and masculine features. His mouth was curved, as if in an almost sarcastic manner.
How could I feel emotions towards this man, a man whom I respected more than any other. But to be frank, he wasn't a man. That was why he was so alluring to me.
He looked like a man, he gazed at me with an endearing and slightly sarcastic expression on his face. But he wasn't a man.
"Jim?"
The soft mouth curved into the word I knew so well. It fell from his lips like the gentle rain in Spring. So soft and without malice, so gentle and calm.
And this wasn't a man. He was vulcan.
"Jim? Are you alright?"
Such tender concern. I wondered if he could read my thoughts as I gazed with undisguised longing at his slender body. How could someone who looked like a man not be a man? This was confusing to me. Besides, I was a commander, not a scientist. How was I to understand the crucial differences in our beings? He looked human, and that was good enough for me.
A passion stirred deep within my soul.
"Jim!"
I suddenly came to myself, my passion ebbing with the significance of his unspoken question "Yes? I'm sorry Spock, my mind wandered. What was it you wanted?"
"Communication has been re-established between the commander of the Orision fleet. Do you wish to address them now?"
I sighed. Feelings and emotions would have to wait.
"Yes" I sighed "We must communicate with them as soon as we can".
I rose suddenly, without conviction. I turned away from him as he caught my arm gently and turned me to face him. I could feel his breath against my neck.
"Jim. I am and always will be ... your friend ...."
I sighed. Spock had a way with words that surpassed mere mortal communication. He was informing me that my passion was pointless, in a sincere and diplomatic manner.
"I know Spock. I've always known" I patted him potitely on the back, and walked away quickly and behind I left my surging emotions where they belonged. In the past.
"Jim .....?"
I turned around quickly, impatiently "Yes?"
Spock turned away suddenly, his profile slightly illuminated by the false light in the room. He didn't turn and face me, but mumbled a few words I couldn't quite hear.
Impatient, and full of emotion I walked away from him without asking him to repeat his words.
However, I heard them briefly as I walked away.
I wished to this day I had turned around and confronted Spock with what I had heard.
But I walked away.
I regret only this one course of action in my life. I have never regretted any other.
Spock said "I will always be your friend ..... but I would have been so much more".
THE END