Prompt Fill: Knowing Me, Knowing You 13/16awarringtonOctober 23 2009, 22:06:16 UTC
That was a lot for Kirk to take in, but he knew the universe was a far stranger place than it at first seemed. If a species as logical as the Vulcans can believe such a thing - and he knew they’d not likely believe it unless they had irrefutable evidence of its existence - he was willing to go along with it. “But that’s not reincarnation, it’s not like those katras enter other bodies after they’re stored, right?”
“Ordinarily, no. But there have been documented cases of such.”
Kirk stared at him. Surely he wasn’t serious. “What are you saying? That what we saw in that vision really was us in another time?”
“I cannot be certain, but it would explain much of what has happened between us today. Since the moment I saw you this evening, I knew you. Initially I believed it was because I had seen you on campus. However the sense of recognition went deeper, and as we spent time together, I knew that I knew you. I also knew that I desired you with a strength that went against all logic and I was aware at a level I should not have been, that you desired me equally.”
“That last part’s easy to explain - you’re a telepath, and besides, I don’t think I was doing a particularly great job of hiding it.”
“Vulcan telepathy has three levels. Through touch we can sense the moods and emotions of others - however, you and I did not touch skin until we returned here, since our gloves prevented even our hands accidentally coming into contact. The second level is through the meld, when the minds, thoughts and memories of both participants is shared. This normally involves placing fingers against specific neural points, generally on the face. Yet you and I shared a vision without a meld - even more extraordinary given you are not yourself a telepath.”
While Kirk understood what Spock was saying on an intellectual level, the rest of him had yet to catch up. “And the third level?”
“A collective consciousness, if you will. When in the past a disaster has occurred on Vulcan and many have perished simultaneously, the remainder of the population experience a psychic awareness of it.”
Kirk thought back over his experiences with Spock. From the moment he clapped eyes on him, he was drawn to him and, he too, had experienced a sense of recognition and rightness.
“The first time I saw you, I was having lunch in a restaurant on Jackson. You stopped right outside and I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”
“I recall immediately prior to turning onto the street where the costumier was, pausing when I heard my voice called. I had been applying the majority of my concentration on ensuring I did not get lost in the fog, so it took me a moment to realize that my name had not been spoken aloud. I waited on the street in case my name would be repeated. When it wasn’t, I continued my journey.”
“What’s your theory of what’s going on here?”
“When I realized you and I shared some type of connection, I was uncertain what form it took until we experienced that shared vision, and the fact you were able to experience it without the meld. It would also explain my experiences with you this evening. I find the evidence compelling enough to consider reincarnation as a viable possibility.”
Kirk’s head was spinning, wondering what it all meant. He was all up for having a good time and some pretty mind-blowing sex with Spock, but somehow from everything he was saying, it implied they were destined to be together. No way was he about to make some life-time commitment based on some weird experiences.
“Jim, there is no need to concern yourself over our future, nor feel you must make any form of decision. It is unnecessary - we should take each day as it comes.” Spock leaned forward and kissed Kirk gently and cherishingly.
In those words, Kirk felt a huge weight had been taken off him as though he’d been swimming underwater with bricks in his pockets and he couldn’t make the surface to breathe. “Okay,” he agreed with a smile, cupping Spock’s jaw and stroking the soft lips with his thumb. “Each day as it comes. I should probably go and leave you to it.” He didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to crowd Spock.
“It would be my preference that you stayed. However I do not wish you to feel in any way coerced.”
“Ordinarily, no. But there have been documented cases of such.”
Kirk stared at him. Surely he wasn’t serious. “What are you saying? That what we saw in that vision really was us in another time?”
“I cannot be certain, but it would explain much of what has happened between us today. Since the moment I saw you this evening, I knew you. Initially I believed it was because I had seen you on campus. However the sense of recognition went deeper, and as we spent time together, I knew that I knew you. I also knew that I desired you with a strength that went against all logic and I was aware at a level I should not have been, that you desired me equally.”
“That last part’s easy to explain - you’re a telepath, and besides, I don’t think I was doing a particularly great job of hiding it.”
“Vulcan telepathy has three levels. Through touch we can sense the moods and emotions of others - however, you and I did not touch skin until we returned here, since our gloves prevented even our hands accidentally coming into contact. The second level is through the meld, when the minds, thoughts and memories of both participants is shared. This normally involves placing fingers against specific neural points, generally on the face. Yet you and I shared a vision without a meld - even more extraordinary given you are not yourself a telepath.”
While Kirk understood what Spock was saying on an intellectual level, the rest of him had yet to catch up. “And the third level?”
“A collective consciousness, if you will. When in the past a disaster has occurred on Vulcan and many have perished simultaneously, the remainder of the population experience a psychic awareness of it.”
Kirk thought back over his experiences with Spock. From the moment he clapped eyes on him, he was drawn to him and, he too, had experienced a sense of recognition and rightness.
“The first time I saw you, I was having lunch in a restaurant on Jackson. You stopped right outside and I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”
“I recall immediately prior to turning onto the street where the costumier was, pausing when I heard my voice called. I had been applying the majority of my concentration on ensuring I did not get lost in the fog, so it took me a moment to realize that my name had not been spoken aloud. I waited on the street in case my name would be repeated. When it wasn’t, I continued my journey.”
“What’s your theory of what’s going on here?”
“When I realized you and I shared some type of connection, I was uncertain what form it took until we experienced that shared vision, and the fact you were able to experience it without the meld. It would also explain my experiences with you this evening. I find the evidence compelling enough to consider reincarnation as a viable possibility.”
Kirk’s head was spinning, wondering what it all meant. He was all up for having a good time and some pretty mind-blowing sex with Spock, but somehow from everything he was saying, it implied they were destined to be together. No way was he about to make some life-time commitment based on some weird experiences.
“Jim, there is no need to concern yourself over our future, nor feel you must make any form of decision. It is unnecessary - we should take each day as it comes.” Spock leaned forward and kissed Kirk gently and cherishingly.
In those words, Kirk felt a huge weight had been taken off him as though he’d been swimming underwater with bricks in his pockets and he couldn’t make the surface to breathe. “Okay,” he agreed with a smile, cupping Spock’s jaw and stroking the soft lips with his thumb. “Each day as it comes. I should probably go and leave you to it.” He didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to crowd Spock.
“It would be my preference that you stayed. However I do not wish you to feel in any way coerced.”
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