CHAPTER 1
***Kirk POV
We were on the bridge. The little girl suddenly pushed me, her cheeks tear stained and her eyes swollen and red from her crying.
« No, leave me ! » She walked to the bottom of the bridge. Surprised by her sudden reaction, I did try to come close to her, Uhura did the same too.
« Go away, too ! »
« Marie, we need to understand. Explain yourself ! »
I tried to take her hand. She pushed me again and I could see her looking down, starring at her shoes.
« Look at me, Marie. What's wrong ? »
The other children were looking at her too, without saying a word. She struggled every time I stepped towards her, waving her arms, screaming, crying.
« Hey, calm down ! »
« We – We - were - mean. » She started to explain through tears and hiccups. « You – you will – hate- hate - us. »
« Sssh, it's alright. We won't hate you. Hey hey ! » I said softly.
« Mary ! Calm down ! It's over ! Shh ! » I took her onto my chest. She burried her face into me and kept crying all over. I soflty rubbed her back.
a few seconds later
« What do I see ? Tears ? Now that's good. Yes, now I'll be able to do something ! »
Dr Mccoy had just come in. Gorgan, the « friendly angel », non-corporal being, had been consumed by his own ugliness and the tears of the children. He had managed to manipulate them. The adults had been led to mass suicid, then the children had taken control on the crew of the Enterprise. We had managed to defeat Gorgan when Spock and I had turned the children on him by recalling the happy life they had had with their parents. Then we had showed them scenes of their death and they had started to cry, just like normal kids confronted to such an ordeal.
***A part of my shirt was wet because of the little girl's tears. I whispered tender words to her to soothe her. She was sobbing so hard, I held her close to me to wipe her tears. I felt her little body shaking against me. She seemed inconsolable; every minute a new stream of tears poured out of her eyes and flooded my shirt. Commander Spock stood there, silent and impassive.
***Spock POV
I was watching what was going on, but choose not to interfere. It was fascinating, to say the least. What a strange sight we were witnessing, tiny humans' faces were dripping with tears. The videos I had retrieved and scrolled in front of them had caused this reaction. The human part in me knew about those feeling, but it did bring back bad memories, « emotionnaly compromised ». I knew the taste of sorrow and pain, my human part knew a lot about it. But I was a vulcain and logic did command one thing : to do what was right and was needed to be done. This was what I had exposed to Lieutenant Uhura shortly after my mother had disapeared. We had to do our job admirably and conscientiously. I just wanted to see the crew go on with the mission, even in difficult times.
Nyota had that kind of courage and determination but she had that blatant ability to show compassion and empathie. She was able to be compassionate and tender, just like my mother was. That was disturbing for me. Because I knew, she wouldn't stop being like that. Since I was an officer on Star fleet, coexisting with humans, I had been forced to adjust and to adapt, even if I still didn't understand their illogic behaviour. But I had to admit that sharing missions and moments with Nyota had some effects on my mind. Without being able to control that, I felt a kind of attraction, something like a powerful magnetism. She had that special smile directed me, when she was asking me if I was fine.
The Captain and the doctor had left the bridge, she came close to me. A few seconds later I was wrapped by her arms, she had her hands around my waist. She looked at me and then I felt her finger on my cheeks :
« I do love you, Spock. You know, joy, sadness, love, are not weaknesses, they are ramparts against madness and evil !» And she kissed me. I had plenty of questions in my mind but I decided to keep them for later.