Star Trek

Especially when they were in such a still night.

Spock guesses that Jim might be worried about waking him up because there's been no sound for 1.6 minutes.He was motionless, breathing steadily, giving the illusion of deep sleep, and then he heard a faint sigh from the human boy, and then his breath died out through the window.

It's true that Spock's room is on the first floor, but he's never thought of going out through the window; and Jim seems to be familiar with it.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is so large, and the evening wind is bitingly cool. Vulcans can regulate their own body temperature, but humans cannot. Spock waited a long time until there was no more movement and he was sure Jim was no longer around before getting out of bed and walking to the window.

Vulcan has no satellites, and an unknown planet in the distant Andoria star system is pouring its own brilliance, which gently shines on the red sandy soil, Spock leans on the window sill and looks down, a string of The footprints are getting farther and farther away.

Jim forgot his coat when he was leaving, but he remembered to bring a small tracker in case he got lost in the desert near the embassy mansion.He staggered and ran for a long distance, until the house behind him shrank to a small point, and he stopped near an exposed rock.He let himself sit on it, and the smooth surface was still warm after being exposed to the sun all day, so it wouldn't be as cold as being buried in the sand.

The crescent moon in the night sky - he knew it wasn't the moon but let's call it that - looked at him gently and quietly, the boy put his hands behind his back first, then lay down slowly, and finally curled up into a ball, silent under the moonlight tears.

His heart was still pounding, and his stomach was clumsily convulsed.That fantasy was too real, it repeatedly appeared in his dreams and disturbed him from falling asleep; but he could do nothing, no one could give him a comforting hug after he woke up from the nightmare.

... In this world, no embrace is opened for him.No.

This is Jim Kirk's third week in Vulcan.Excited and tired the first few weeks from adjusting to a big change in life, I tend to fall asleep quickly and have a dreamless night.But it’s been different recently. The nightmares began to invade again after the days settled down. A few weeks ago, I was able to regain my emotions after waking up profusely in sweat, but tonight... a little bit out of control.

Boys' dreams are varied, but few are wonderful.He dreamed that he drove his stepfather's car off the cliff, the car crashed and died, and then woke up when he fell into the deep valley; dreamed that he went to the "resort" Tarsus IV but encountered a massacre, He survived, hid in the cave, and several others saw more and more of his kind fall under the executioner's knife in endless terror; he dreamed over and over again that the day his brother left, Sam waved to him , and never come back.

Frank told him with a smile, you are alone now, you are alone again.No one will love you, you don't deserve anyone's love.

Jim wanted to scream, to roar, to tear the sharp air around him, to cover Frank's mouth and tell him it was all bullshit; but, was Frank really wrong?He lived ten years, who loves him?

That night, he dreamed of his mother again. The difference was that there was also his father who had never met and only existed in the photos.They held hands with the happiest sweet expressions on their faces, and then they walked towards him with open arms.But when Jim wanted to run towards them, he passed through their ethereal shadows. The child looked at the hands that he couldn't touch, turned around blankly, and the parents' shadows were only for a moment, completely Dissipates in air.

Jim's crying pulled him out of the dazed dream, and before he could congratulate himself that it was a dream, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, realizing again that even in the real world he was still alone.

"Sam..." the boy called his brother's name.He sent him so many emails, never answered, and dialed countless times that no one answered.

"Mom..." The child tried his best to curl himself up in the low temperature around him. He was very cold, but he didn't have the strength to walk back.

Under the sky of an alien planet that is light-years away, in the lonely chant of the airflow around him, he murmured out the title that never really conveyed in the right direction: "...Dad."

Spock was a little surprised to find Jim curled up on the rock, he had no idea where Jim was going, even the previous footprints had been wiped away by the evening wind; but there seemed to be a pull in his mind, a Pushing him forward with one hand, toward Jim.

Unlike the pureblood Vulcan, who is all about logic, he's a half-breed, so Spock trusts his intuition.He let his intuition lead his feet to move, as if walking along the coordinates under the endless desert night.

Been with Jim for almost a month now, and since that little chaotic incident at school they seem to have struck up some sort of subtle ally—Jim has allowed him to call himself that, like Mr Syran and Amanda; and he's Less resistant to Jim's touch (it took him a year to even figure out why his mother was so close to him).He found that Jim is a person who needs physical contact very much. The boy loves to laugh and make trouble, and also likes to "hug".It's a pity that Vulcans don't "hug", so these skin-to-skin needs are often fulfilled by Amanda.

But Jim...seems so lonely sometimes.

During the chat, Spock learned about Jim's family situation trivially, but the emotions that he hadn't exchanged deeply couldn't connect after all, he couldn't put himself in the shoes of human beings to experience the fragile emotions; but he gradually developed an emotion... Maybe humans call it worrying or caring.

Indeed, he was worried about Jim, about his first buddy.So that's why he gave up sleep so illogically in the middle of the night and followed the direction of the human boy to the desert.

Spock brought a dress, which he draped over Jim like Amanda had over herself.Then Spock reaches out and pushes Jim's shoulder, calling his name softly, only to find that his face is covered in tears - and Spock's breath chokes because of it, he doesn't know why.

The boy was shaken awake from the intermittent dream, and saw a familiar silhouette in a daze.He subconsciously held the man's hand on his shoulder, and his voice was still unsteady: "Spocky...?"

Spock never shakes hands, not even Amanda.But the moment the human boy grabbed his finger, a sudden warmth came from the depths of his brain, like a flower blooming.

8.【Spirk】White Lie

"You are so stupid to behave like this."

"The low temperatures in the desert can frostbite your skin and slow down your blood flow so that it can't pump and supply blood to your heart properly."

"Humans are not mechanically built to be exposed unprotected to the midday and midnight hours of Vulcan. You cannot self-regulate your body temperature—"

"Please provide a reasonable explanation for your actions."

The two children trekked in the desert one after the other, the older one was in front, walking steadily and fast, while the younger one just staggered and reluctantly followed, so the former still had to walk from time to time. Stop—even if you don’t look back—and wait for the slow humans.

Spock is on one-sided parenting mode; his tone is still flat, but he speaks fast, and his mind is clear and structured—well, even from a human perspective, Spock is angry. Jim thought, so when Vulcans are angry, they will be like peashooters (he loves that old game image) and jump out of logic.

From a very young age, Jim has mastered the skill of being able to distract himself from his own business while others are yelling at him (Frank) or crying (Mom) or whatever (Sam, that's a lot).Same with being behind Spock now.He puts on the clothes that Spock brought, and is surprised to find that it's not even his own; Spock's coat is clean and soft, with a distinctly Spock vibe—and it makes Jim feel a strange, unknown sense of security. The 13-year-old Spock is much taller and stronger than him, and the clothes are naturally a little empty on him, with the sleeves hanging down so long that Jim couldn't roll them up even after struggling for a long time, so he just let it hang down like this.

For some reason, the way back seems to be longer than when it came.Not that they got lost, of course, how could Spock get lost in his back garden (sometimes from the attitude of the servants Jim thinks half of Shi'Kahr belongs to his family).

But it just got harder.

He's cold, tired, and maybe a little hungry.And the Vulcan teenager's accusations/concerns don't resolve these.His eyelids are heavy, and curling up on the cold rocky surface has given him none of the information he needs and has left him—as Spock said—on the verge of frostbite.

Spock moved his lips quickly and continued to babble about the illogicality of Jim being out at this hour without looking back, but stopped after 5.61 seconds.He didn't hear Jim's footsteps following him