a/n: This may or may not be fluffy. As I am writing it just now. This was inspired by watching Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (which I was watching because cable is COOL and that nothing better was on) and yes, more movie based-ness. I can't help it, the movies are the only things I have to watch over and over again. I've seen the Search For Spock over six times in one week, 'course I can't find it now... right, anyways, this story was inspired by watch SVU and this little girl is kidnapped and they find her and she's ALIVE and her mom is all happy and cryingh with joy and guess what this reminded me of? You got it. McCoy. I swear everything reminds me of that stupid guy in some way. Except sushi. Mmm... sushi. Right, the 'story'.
In the warmth, the humidity, the dry but wet heat that is this giant desert that these Vulcans inhabit we stood. In a big group. I was shakey, having had a big chunk of invading memory removed from my head. Be it noted that having Spocks memories and experiences locked in my head was very interesting, I occasionally got to see them, and I think he saw some of mine. I wonder if he will remember them? I was pondering this when I saw him. Walking towards us, hunched over in his white robes. He passed right by me, past Scotty, and Hikaru, and Pavel, and Nyota, and Jim. Past all of us who had just risked our careers (and some of us, our sanity) to get him here.. and then he turned and looked at Jim. He recognized him, and he talked to Jim, and then he looked at the rest of us.
Once, when I was a boy I had a puppy, this little mutt dear thing, I loved it with all my being and it ran away. It was gone for months, and my parents told me it had been eaten by coyotes. But, the next month there was a scratching on the door, Mutt had come back, I was overjoyed and the bliss and happiness nearly threatened to explode my heart.
That was nothing compared to what I felt when he looked at me. Almost recognition. My puppy was home. Well, almost, except he wasn't my puppy. He was better than my puppy. He was... he was my.. Spock. Then he turned and followed the priestesses or whatever they were calling themselves these days and walked off. But, as his back faded into the distance I felt something soft touch my mind, him. It whispered /Leonard.../ and I knew he was back.
a/n: You see the sap that I am? Yeesh.
In the warmth, the humidity, the dry but wet heat that is this giant desert that these Vulcans inhabit we stood. In a big group. I was shakey, having had a big chunk of invading memory removed from my head. Be it noted that having Spocks memories and experiences locked in my head was very interesting, I occasionally got to see them, and I think he saw some of mine. I wonder if he will remember them? I was pondering this when I saw him. Walking towards us, hunched over in his white robes. He passed right by me, past Scotty, and Hikaru, and Pavel, and Nyota, and Jim. Past all of us who had just risked our careers (and some of us, our sanity) to get him here.. and then he turned and looked at Jim. He recognized him, and he talked to Jim, and then he looked at the rest of us.
Once, when I was a boy I had a puppy, this little mutt dear thing, I loved it with all my being and it ran away. It was gone for months, and my parents told me it had been eaten by coyotes. But, the next month there was a scratching on the door, Mutt had come back, I was overjoyed and the bliss and happiness nearly threatened to explode my heart.
That was nothing compared to what I felt when he looked at me. Almost recognition. My puppy was home. Well, almost, except he wasn't my puppy. He was better than my puppy. He was... he was my.. Spock. Then he turned and followed the priestesses or whatever they were calling themselves these days and walked off. But, as his back faded into the distance I felt something soft touch my mind, him. It whispered /Leonard.../ and I knew he was back.
a/n: You see the sap that I am? Yeesh.