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If he had been human
From time to time there were days when the Doctor was sad. Spock could always sense it, despite the fact that the man was pretty good at hiding it.
On days like these his usually bright eyes were subdued, he lacked his typical energy, he didn't appear on the Bridge... He worked with an uncharacteristic calmness and wasn't heard growling at his patients. Or anybody at all. This was nothing less than unsettling.
On days like these Spock wished he could have done something. If he had been human, he would have simply asked what was bothering the Doctor. He would have put a hand on his friend's shoulder and said that everything was going to be all right, that he wasn't alone. If he had been human, he would have even offered a hug. A talk. A drink. If he had been human.
On days like these Spock wished he had. As a Vulcan, he had much less to offer. All he could give was his green blood and his pointy ears.
Even on days like these McCoy couldn't resist making a remark about them if he was given a chance. And Spock had never found a better use for his Vulcan appearance than to make his friend's eyes shine again, even if just a little.
A/N: I had a little problem with grammar in this chapter, so tell me if you find a mistake. Thanks for reading! :)