Severus ran his fingers over the small potion bottles on his desk. He glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes until, after more than five years, he would see the one person he could truly say he loved. It had been so long, so long he thought the always-expressionless eyes he had spent so many hours staring into had forgotten him. Of course he had not forgotten them, but had the owl with the fateful message had not arrived a week before, then he might have lost hope.
Severus closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He could see the proud, pale face, framed by silky black hair, gazing toward the dawn, the way it had when they had last met.
"We are totally different, Severus, and some things cannot be bridged." The ruby lips formed words that Severus knew needed to be said, but that he never wanted to hear. "We need to face that nothing this big can last, that no matter what, love cant always conquer all."
"Please, no, we can make it last," Severus had begged, but the one he was about to see again was too strong to fall to small pleading. "You'll be back soon, and we can be together again…"
"Perhaps. But now, we cannot project the future. I have to go."
Then Severus had felt the red, red lips on his own, and the figure was gone in a glitter of sparks.
But now he would feel those lips again and feel the long, strong fingers in his hair. Strong was the only word to describe that one special person, and their body breathed it from every curve. No iron was as constant as those steely black eyes, no bridge firmer than the curves of that mouth…
"Severus?" A flat but beautiful voice echoed from the half opened door. "Can I come in?"
Severus ran to the other end of his office, and folded the figure on the in the hall into his arms. They stood for a long time, feeling the long absent love flow though their veins, filled with warmth and passionate fire.
Severus stepped back and looked at the visitor. A tight fitting uniform showed off a tall, muscular body. He touched the face before him with an abstract recognition that it was there, beautiful and constant.
In a single, liquid movement their lips had found each other, and they kissed.
"It's been to long."
"Far too long."
"I told you, before I left, that I loved you?"
"You did, and I will always remember it."
Severus led his love the window and they looked out at the stars, the same way they had years before, when they had first found each other.
And Mr. Spock put his head on Severus Snape's chest, and felt at peace. His love looked into his eyes, which revealed none of the inner bliss he felt. But of course they never did.
Hehe, k, that one actually turned out kind of touching, don't you think? You should probably know that I have only seen about a combined fifteen minutes of Star Trek, First Generation, in my lifetime, and spend most of it rolling on the floor at the sight of the special effects and acting. Please forgive me if Mr. Spock's physical attributes have no resemblance to those in this story. And if you are extremely close-minded and conservative and have been hideously offended by this, well, I have only one piece of consolation. Screw you.
PS. After talking to several Star Trek fans, I have learned that Mr. Spock did, in fact have very pale lips, unlike those he had here. If you are offended by the fact that I messed up your favorite characters face, then the problem is obviously yours. Oh, and if it still bothers you, he was wearing lipstick (giggles insanely at the thought).
Disclaimer: I don't (damnit) own the character of Severus Snape, he belongs to JK Rowling. Mr. Spock belongs to whoever writes Star Treck. I would like to apologize to both of the above for this story. I would also like to offer to pay for a round of writing classes to whoever wrote the Star Treck, First Generation scripts. They obviously need them.
