# 321 Cool
Cool
I could not mistake the look in Dr. McCoy's eyes as he mentioned that I would find the planet's surface 'cool'. A quick glance at the gear set aside for the landing party showed cold weather gear. The two security officers were quickly donning their gear, the Captain was ready and McCoy was pulling his clothes on while watching me with a smile.
"Perhaps you would like an extra set of gear, Mr. Spock?" The Captain was looking at me, a grin on his face, but I saw the concern as well.
"These will be adequate Captain," I replied, pulling on the gear and making my way to the transporter pad.
"It is okay Mr. Spock, I won't let that green liquid you call blood turn into little ice crystals."
I saw the Captain give McCoy a pointed glance, but McCoy was still looking at me when I heard the whir of the transporter.
The cold blast nearly knocked me over and despite the warm hat that was pulled tightly down over my ears, I felt the tips of them chill. I did not resist the urge to burrow into the face guard held by the jacket collar. To seek heat, for survival, to prevent frostbite was logical. It was then I over heard McCoy tell Kirk he should send me back to the ship, that I was not built for this climate.
"I appreciate your concern, Dr. McCoy, but it is not necessary."
I went to work gathering the required readings needed, but frequently had to work around McCoy who followed me around like a shadow. I took the extra hat he offered from a pocket of his parka with a quiet nod of thanks. It would not do much to keep out the cold wind, but I oddly felt my ears warm up more than they should have.
MUSE: Spock
FANDOM: Star Trek
WORD COUNT: 310
I could not mistake the look in Dr. McCoy's eyes as he mentioned that I would find the planet's surface 'cool'. A quick glance at the gear set aside for the landing party showed cold weather gear. The two security officers were quickly donning their gear, the Captain was ready and McCoy was pulling his clothes on while watching me with a smile.
"Perhaps you would like an extra set of gear, Mr. Spock?" The Captain was looking at me, a grin on his face, but I saw the concern as well.
"These will be adequate Captain," I replied, pulling on the gear and making my way to the transporter pad.
"It is okay Mr. Spock, I won't let that green liquid you call blood turn into little ice crystals."
I saw the Captain give McCoy a pointed glance, but McCoy was still looking at me when I heard the whir of the transporter.
The cold blast nearly knocked me over and despite the warm hat that was pulled tightly down over my ears, I felt the tips of them chill. I did not resist the urge to burrow into the face guard held by the jacket collar. To seek heat, for survival, to prevent frostbite was logical. It was then I over heard McCoy tell Kirk he should send me back to the ship, that I was not built for this climate.
"I appreciate your concern, Dr. McCoy, but it is not necessary."
I went to work gathering the required readings needed, but frequently had to work around McCoy who followed me around like a shadow. I took the extra hat he offered from a pocket of his parka with a quiet nod of thanks. It would not do much to keep out the cold wind, but I oddly felt my ears warm up more than they should have.
MUSE: Spock
FANDOM: Star Trek
WORD COUNT: 310