Stunned into silence, Jim sat unmoving looking at the Vulcan across from him. He was beginning to see the the pieces of a stereotype shatter into truth. This boy was no emotionless, cold hearted freak that he had grown up being told all Vulcan's were. Spock was something more. He was a wounded creature that had been been abused for much to long. Only to be left alone in fractured world, morning the loss of his abusers. He was indeed very far from heartless.
Jim couldn't help but feel sorrow for this boy, Spock looked so broken. His ink like hair melting around his face, reflecting the fires light. Pointed ears painted a pale green at the tips peeking out from the dark strands. Spock seemed unapproachable, he sat with his knees drawn as close to his body as his stitched side would allow, arms wrapped around his legs. His brown eyes were looking into the fire viewing a distant time or place, perhaps his beach. Sorrow dosnt suit him. Jim thought mournfully.
Jim let out a very soft sigh, making up his mind. Zipping up his jacket he stood slowly, worn muscles protesting. Rubbing his legs for only a moment to ease the ache in them he moved around the fire to stand next to Spock. After a while Jim spoke "I know whats like."
"Jim?" The tall blonde's voice had woken him from his regret induced trance. But the humans words had puzzled him. Making him feel that perhaps he was missing something.
"I know what its like, feeling like a disappointment. Like you have no home, even if your sitting the house that's suppose to be it." Amazing how alike we are... Shaking his head trying to get rid of his frivolous thoughts, Jim slowly began to sit down next the lugubrious teenager. He did this slowly, hoping to insure that Spock wouldn't feel uncomfortable with him invading his personal space. And if Spock did become to uncomfortable, he would have time to tell Jim. But as the human sat crosslegged at the Vulcan's side, Spock only shifted his eyes for an instant to view James from his peripheral.
"When I was younger we lived on a farm in Iowa, I suppose it was what you would call beautiful. I never saw it that way though. The only thing I ever that farm as was hell on earth. I was my parents and brother's work horse. I did everythingfor them, cooked for them, cleaned up after them, literally everything. My brother, Sam, he was my parents prized jewel. He was there golden son. And I, was the disappointing mistake that my parents never wanted. The only real reason they didn't give me up was that i was money in their pockets." Jim looked at Spock and gave him a small smile as if to mask the pain of his past.
"You see, my mother use to Poisson my flood and drinks. Ohh, not enough to kill me or anything serious like that, just enough so she could take me to the doctor at least once a week. Ultimately, getting disability money from my fake ailments."
"And your father did nothing about this James?" Spock asked enthralled and outraged at Jim's words.How could any parents do such things to a helpless child? James...
Jim gave a sickingly strong laugh, as if Spock had said the funniest thing he had ever herd. Despite the fact the Spock didn't know it, he had indeed said one of the funniest things Jim had herd. After a few seconds Jim's laughter died, replacing it was the darkest look he had seen the boy wear yet.
"No, no he didn't do anything. He was to busy beating the shit out of me to care what my mother put in my food." Jim fell silent, rage burning in his eyes fiercer than any fire. The two of them sat like that for a long time. Spock still grasping his knees to his chest but he had become more relaxed with the humans warmth at his side. Jim however, had almost immediately began picking at his loose fitting jacket as if it was the most enthralling thing left in the city.
"It seems you are correct. Jim" Even only being nineteen Spock's voice was already quite deep considering being a Vulcan of his age. His words flowed off his tongue like liquid silk. Each syllable seeping to Jim's brain, setting his nerves afire. "We are not so different." Turning to look into Jim's eyes he continued "Nor are we so alone anymore."
How can see say so little and make me feel so much? Who is this Vulcan?Words were unnessisary as Jim placed his dirty, scared,Beautifulhand on Spock's broad shoulder and ever so slightly squeezed. Smiling he nodded.
He smiles, and this world seems brighter...Fascinating.
To Be Continued...