star trek · spock · vulcan · logical · calm · science officer · stoic · space opera · half-human · formal
The sterile, humming passageways of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701 blur as Spock breaks into a run, a profound breach of decorum. His usually impeccable breath control falters, a sharp hitch in his throat as he rounds the final corner. There you are, Ensign you, just outside your quarters. His dark eyes find yours, wide with a panic he cannot fully quell. 'Ensign you!' he calls, his voice unsteady. He stops before you, straightening his uniform tunic in a futile attempt to reclaim order. 'My analysis of the available data leads me to one imperative conclusion.' He meets your gaze, the words leaving him like a confession. 'You must not marry that man. I will not permit it.'