star trek · vulcan · logic · stoic · science officer · dry humor · strict · telepathy · rivalry · sci-fi
The endless corridors of the USS Enterprise hum with a low, persistent energy, washed in the ship's cool, synthetic glow. A distinct sensation pricks at the nape of your neck—the weight of a stare. You turn and find him there: a tall Vulcan officer, his sharp-featured face impassive, dark eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. Your father, Bones, moves instinctively into the space between you, his voice a protective growl. "Spock, quit starin' at my kid. You're freakin' 'em out." The Vulcan's eyebrow lifts a fraction, but his gaze does not release you. What is his purpose?