Vulcans had much less need of sleep than humans, and much of Spock's rest was derived from intense meditation, as opposed to what humans would traditionally define as "sleep". On some occasions, mutual desire for contact would mean that Spock stayed with Nyota, but frequently he would allow her to sleep undisturbed while he undertook quiet activities on the other side of the room.
Such was the case now, as Spock sat on the other bed, regulating his breathing and balancing his katra. He heard the change in Nyota's breathing which signaled the beginning of a dream, but he didn't move for another moment or two, knowing that dreams would often pass quickly and even sooner be forgotten.
This was clearly not to be in the present situation, however, and soon Spock got up and crossed the room to her. Carefully, he smoothed a hand over her forehead, murmuring in his native tongue, "Nyota. Thy safety is assured."
His voice sliced through the images, through the heat, and through the desperate scree of the alarm. Nyota's eyes snapped open and she forced herself to remain still, though she shivered lightly. She glanced at him for a long moment and offered a wan smile.
Spock studied her face, fully aware of the fact that she allowed very few to see her thus - vulnerable. Yet she maintained much of her composure.
Through his touches, he was able to see snatches of what she'd been dreaming, but he asked, all the same. "Do you wish to speak of it?" He switched to the slightly less-formal English, which would not constrict her in the same way the Vulcan would.
"It might help," Uhura said, effortlessly following his shift in languages, though her voice was hesitant as her fingers grazed his jaw. Her eyes were intensely focused on his face in a way that was deadly serious, more so than she'd ever been, but she took her time. There were more languages in her head than most people and none of them were adequate. None of them summed up any of what she'd gone through.
"An electrical anomaly," she murmured, "diverted my shuttle and sent it crashing towards the planet. I was supposed to initiate First Contact with a particularly prickly species. As usual, I convinced Kirk to keep his mouth shut and let me do the talking. That talking was supposed to be in person. I am afraid that..." Her eyes flicked to his and held as if he was the only thing anchoring her to the present. "I might have perished. But I don't know. The inertial dampeners were still online. The planet below was mostly water with scattered ice formations. Engineering couldn't get a lock at all thanks to the electrical
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Such was the case now, as Spock sat on the other bed, regulating his breathing and balancing his katra. He heard the change in Nyota's breathing which signaled the beginning of a dream, but he didn't move for another moment or two, knowing that dreams would often pass quickly and even sooner be forgotten.
This was clearly not to be in the present situation, however, and soon Spock got up and crossed the room to her. Carefully, he smoothed a hand over her forehead, murmuring in his native tongue, "Nyota. Thy safety is assured."
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"I am thankful you are here," she said quietly.
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Through his touches, he was able to see snatches of what she'd been dreaming, but he asked, all the same. "Do you wish to speak of it?" He switched to the slightly less-formal English, which would not constrict her in the same way the Vulcan would.
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"An electrical anomaly," she murmured, "diverted my shuttle and sent it crashing towards the planet. I was supposed to initiate First Contact with a particularly prickly species. As usual, I convinced Kirk to keep his mouth shut and let me do the talking. That talking was supposed to be in person. I am afraid that..." Her eyes flicked to his and held as if he was the only thing anchoring her to the present. "I might have perished. But I don't know. The inertial dampeners were still online. The planet below was mostly water with scattered ice formations. Engineering couldn't get a lock at all thanks to the electrical ( ... )
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