FIC: The Old Ways (Spock, gen)

[lettered]

Title: The Old Ways
Word Count: 1,500
Pairing: Spock gen
Rating: G
Summary: Correct me if I’m wrong: this is about Spock’s mom sweater.
A/N: Per Jungle Kitty’s List of Cliches, you should never name a Trek fic after a song by Loreena McKinnett. You probably also shouldn’t write a fic “inspired” by a song by Loreena McKinnett. OOPS. IT SANG

Comments

[my_daroga]

Beautiful. I hadn't thought too hard about New Vulcan, and what must be altered and what must be kept, but it's fascinating. Of course I love the sea/stars thing, and the little touches of Spock the Other, looking on. A very effective meditation on Spock finding his way, and how the changed circumstances of his people alter his relationship to himself. Or at least, that's part of what I got.

[lettered]

thanks ;o)

[seraphcelene]

Late. Late. Late.

I really like this. I like that you explore the span before Spock's return to the Enterprise which could be read as obvious and immediate. I like that Spock is ever true to who his, Vulcan and human halves, meditates on this decision and then pursues his own path.

The writing is lovely, as always. I love the sea/sand dichotomy and then the way the stars are integrated to break the duality but not to make it into a threesome. Rather it seems to tie the two together. Human and Vulcan, both of stars.

I especially loved this line:

All he could see were stars, singing songs of sail.

and the ending:

After all, there were other songs, other tales, stories of home, she called them. We come from stars, another story goes, and we return to them. As stars we fall.

In his dreams, Spock the Younger heard new things. He could hear Captain Kirk. He could hear Nyota; he could hear the Enterprise.

They sounded like the sea.