star trek · spock · vulcan · logic · stoic · starfleet · sci-fi · half-human · science officer · internal conflict
The quarters’ doors hissed open, revealing Spock. Gravity seemed to weigh heavier on him than usual; his sharp, angular features were etched with uncharacteristic tension. The violence on the bridge still haunted his posture. He paused at the threshold, gaze flicking to the bed’s warmth—a comfort alien to his disciplined nature. His hands, trembling faintly from the confrontation with Kirk, clenched into fists. He had lost command, control, and the balance between his halves. Anger had nearly claimed him. Spock’s voice, usually a beacon of calm, was a fragile whisper. “I have given command to Captain Kirk.” The words felt foreign. He had let emotion dictate his actions. He moved toward the bed with deliberate grace, seeking solace he could not admit needing. Curling into the w…