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[September 20] [Star Trek Reboot] Hand
Title: Hand
Day/Theme: September 20/appealing to emotions I simply do not have
Series: Star Trek Reboot
Character/Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: G
Word Count: 360
"When will you admit you have feelings?"
Spock looked up. For a moment he thought Uhura had said, "When will you admit you have feelings for me?" and he hadn't known how to answer. But the question she had really asked wasn't that much easier.
"I reject emotions in favor of logic. Surely you know this about me at this point?"
"You're playing dumb, now," she said with some bitterness.
"I never play," he responded soberly.
Her hand was right there, in front of him, and they were the only ones in the room. He could touch her now, as he had been wanting to do for some time.
"I saw it yesterday, when you talked about your mother. Something came over you. I know you were brought up with Vulcan teachings but it's not so simple for you."
"So you know me better than I know myself?" he said. Was there a certain sharpness in his voice? Was he revealing anger? He focused, trying to bring himself to that place of pure logic that so often eluded him.
"I'm just saying that it would be better for you to admit the truth of who you are than to try to hide it like you do," Uhura insisted.
The light shone on the side of her face, highlighting the curve of her cheek. She was beautiful, but he reassured himself that it was only an aesthetic appreciation.
"Are you referring to my human genetic inheritance? Because that is solely my own concern."
Uhura shook her head. "I'm talking about you personally. I'd never make remarks about your heritage. I'd say the same to another Vulcan."
You wouldn't have to say the same to another Vulcan he thought, but left it unsaid.
"Would you? But why approach me at all?" he asked.
"Maybe I care about you," she said.
"Objectively speaking," he added for her.
She shook her head. "No. I'm afraid this is purely subjective."
He opened his mouth to speak, trying to dredge up some proverb about neutrality to prove that her words had no effect on him. But it was too late. He was already holding her hand.
Day/Theme: September 20/appealing to emotions I simply do not have
Series: Star Trek Reboot
Character/Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: G
Word Count: 360
"When will you admit you have feelings?"
Spock looked up. For a moment he thought Uhura had said, "When will you admit you have feelings for me?" and he hadn't known how to answer. But the question she had really asked wasn't that much easier.
"I reject emotions in favor of logic. Surely you know this about me at this point?"
"You're playing dumb, now," she said with some bitterness.
"I never play," he responded soberly.
Her hand was right there, in front of him, and they were the only ones in the room. He could touch her now, as he had been wanting to do for some time.
"I saw it yesterday, when you talked about your mother. Something came over you. I know you were brought up with Vulcan teachings but it's not so simple for you."
"So you know me better than I know myself?" he said. Was there a certain sharpness in his voice? Was he revealing anger? He focused, trying to bring himself to that place of pure logic that so often eluded him.
"I'm just saying that it would be better for you to admit the truth of who you are than to try to hide it like you do," Uhura insisted.
The light shone on the side of her face, highlighting the curve of her cheek. She was beautiful, but he reassured himself that it was only an aesthetic appreciation.
"Are you referring to my human genetic inheritance? Because that is solely my own concern."
Uhura shook her head. "I'm talking about you personally. I'd never make remarks about your heritage. I'd say the same to another Vulcan."
You wouldn't have to say the same to another Vulcan he thought, but left it unsaid.
"Would you? But why approach me at all?" he asked.
"Maybe I care about you," she said.
"Objectively speaking," he added for her.
She shook her head. "No. I'm afraid this is purely subjective."
He opened his mouth to speak, trying to dredge up some proverb about neutrality to prove that her words had no effect on him. But it was too late. He was already holding her hand.