Wow. It's been a year. I can't say that this story has been on my mind all that often over that time, but lately, I've been trying to get back into the swing of writing. It's been too long since I've finished or continued on any story. Luckily, I'm taking a creative writing class now, so it's definitely becoming easier to write.
I will say though, during my little hiatus, I didn't really have any new ideas for this story.
BUT... I did get an idea last night, so let's see how it turns out.
Spock... You need to wake up...
Spock woke to the smell of coffee brewing.
"Hey, Sleepyhead," Nyota called from in front of the coffee pot. "Glad to see you among the living. Did you sleep well? You were mumbling pretty loudly the past half hour."
Spock rubbed at his temple, trying to dispel the oncoming headache.
"I had the strangest dream." Nyota still didn't turn around.
"I didn't think that Vulcans dreamt a lot." Spock could hear Nyota stirring a spoon in her cup.
Please... I can't lose you...
"Full Vulcans usually do not. However, I am only half Vulcan, so I suppose that there may be an inconsistency in that case." Spock stood up.
"You're only half Vulcan? How come you never told me that?" Spock could hear genuine surprise in Nyota's voice and was confused.
"I believe that I have already told you that, Nyota. In fact, I told you on Stardate 2257.146 at 11:39 a.m. It was right after we kis..." Spock's voiced trailed off as his head started to pound. He doubled over in pain.
I need you to come back to me...
"Spock?!" Nyota rushed over to help him, but as soon as she touched him, the screaming in his head grew louder.
"Back away, Nyota!" Spock tried to push her back, but when he reached out, his hand passed through air. Looking around, Spock couldn't find Nyota. Standing up, he made his way over to the counter and managed to get himself in to the bathroom. Once inside, he tried to make his way over to the mirror hanging above the sink. Glancing at the mirror made Spock pause all of his actions.
Written on the mirror in a rosy-nude lipstick were the words, 'Close your eyes.' Confused, but also feeling like this was the right thing to do, Spock followed the instructions, closing his eyes as the screaming in his head seemed to turn into a soft whisper, like butterfly wings on a cheek.
I love you...
Spock opened his eyes.
Holy shit! I cranked out this chapter in nine hours, give or take. I'm sorry about the cliffhanger (no I'm not). I'm just really proud that I actually wrote this. Damn!
I hope you enjoy. If you did, please like and review. I love reading what anyone has to say about it, good or bad. If you have any thoughts as to what you think will happen next, let me know... I love fan theories.
I'll try to get the next chapter out soon, but don't hold your breaths... I'm terrible with timelines (ha... get it? TIMELINES?! Oh I am too funny)
Anyway, enjoy!
