done_in_3 | K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC

[Spock sat down beside Winona, and lifted his hand to her head... but paused before he touched her.]

This will be a shallow meld... there will be little transference except for what I wish to show you. I will block your memories from reach my mind, however, if you can... I would advise you not to think of anything you do not wish me to see.

This will not hurt.

[Spock places his fingers along her psy-points...]

My mind to your mind.. my thoughts to your thoughts...

[Then they were plunged into inky darkness.]

_{[She did her best to uphold his instructions. She cleared her mind, or rather she was so focused on her apprehension about what he was going to do that she had little focus to donate to thinking of memories.

In the inky darkness Winona was quiet, certainly she just didn't know how to behave in this place. She had little she could do but wait and remain anxious until Spock presented her with something. In her mind she was wondering what is this place? Does Jim come here? How do you even use this?}

[Spock shifted the darkness, adding his presence along side Winona's. The darkness was warm... but then slowly light began to cut through the dark, forming a picture. The hazy shapes turned into a home...
...a Vulcan home. The dome ceilings were made of stone, as red tapestries covered the walls. A woman with long, dark brown hair held the hand of a young Vulcan boy.
Her eyes were kind as she smiled.]

This is my mother... Vulcan society dictates that any emotional actions were to be controlled. To say that they were 'not allowed' would be illogical, because humans were naturally expressive... however, emotions were...
...'frowned upon'. My mother had a very difficult time at first fitting into the society. She was seen as a 'fault', an example of a race who does not see logic and allows their emotions to rule them. Basically, everything that a Vulcan strives not to be.
I am afraid that many Vulcans have become elitist... it is an unfortunate circumstance, but that has changed since the destruction of Vulcan.

[The scene changed... it was something simple. Amanda was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables and telling a young Spock a story about her youth. His emotions surrounding his mother swarmed around Winona...
His love, confusion... curiosity, fascination...
Spock was completely enthralled with this woman but he wasn't allowed to express it. Spock had been told that she was a fault... a complication in his life that he was meant to grow to tolerate.
Spock showed Winona the day he turned down the council.]

As you can see... there is much that I wish I could have told my mother, but it is my fault as a Vulcan that I could not.
[Spock was continually at war with himself... not knowing where he fit.
Spock showed Winona his vision of Jim... his sun. The golden thread that represented their bond and that 'this' place was the one that he could finally call home.]

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_{[She was quietly amazed as Spock presented her with such new an unfamiliar information. Spock's mother was lovely... tiny Spock she had to admit was cute. But Spock's narrative told her more about what she felt she needed to know. He was a vulcan child who didn't understand how to feel about his mother. He wanted to like her and did love her but it wasn't socially adequate to do so... she got a glimpse at what life must have been like for Spock.

And this was a whole new medium for her. Believe telepathy is having a rather large impression on her, Spock. She is moved by this presentation not only for the content but its ability to impress upon her every emotion and an almost literal slice of his life. She could feel, just for a moment, what it must have been like to be child Spock. She got it.

She understood.

While she said nothing, not knowing how to speak in such a circumstance... Winona was unknowingly projecting her reaction to what she was seeing. She recognized Spock's desire to prove his loyalty and love for his mother. She sympathized with his struggle to please his social circles. She understood his stark divide, his war between the two halves he had... she understood. She wasn't necessarily on his side but she surely wasn't his enemy either. But she understood him and surprisingly he was easy to grasp. His problems were complex and yet so simple. She got it, she really did.

He's a very loyal and loving son who regrets the society that forbade him from expressing that part of himself more thoroughly, for now his mother is no longer alive to hear the words he wished he said.

... she understands.

Then she sees the sun, the golden thread and she can understand that this was something she wasn't supposed to see. Almost like being given a tour of someone's bedroom or closet. Not that she was comfortable being in his head per se but this was even more off limits. Even to another telepath.

She has a greater understanding of what Spock meant when he said Jim was somehow his destined partner and they shared a 'bond' in vulcan culture. She has fleeting thoughts of her romance with George and a bittersweet feeling comes over her. She is sad... but pleased Jim found someone that cares for him that much. She is relieved he is in good hands. Somehow she knows this isn't a ruse he put on for her, which he easily could have since she has no experience with telepathic communication. She believes that Spock will find peace here from his inner war with himself. Jim is not a person who ever had a problem with aliens. She is sure he'll be happy with whoever Spock chooses to be. Vulcan or Human.}

[Spock's presence shifts over to Winona's present conscious, and takes hold of her so that she doesn't wander any further. He felt her emotions and her impending understanding of what he was showing her... Curiously, this made him feel guilty.]

My apologies... I did not show you these things to make you feel sorry for me. However, it is impossible to show you who my mother was without showing you my regret.

[Spock's guilt has been somewhat assuaged since meeting with George... telling him that she knew... she knew and that was the greatest thing anyone could tell him.
George....
...there was, for Spock to plainly and painfully see, Winona's feelings for George...
Spock saw a Vulcan who lost a bond mate and the everlasting pain that was felt afterwards. A being who is then eternally alone after something precious has been ripped from them... Winona was that Vulcan in his mind, and Spock has never been more sorry for what he said until now.]

I grieve with thee...

_{[She isn't feeling sorry for him. She merely understands him more. Surely it might be a while before she feels sorry for anyone. She knows how little she desired peoples' useless sympathy when she first lost George.

She, however, absorbed what Spock was feeling. Not that she had any alternative. Strangely Spock seemed understanding as well. Surprisingly more so than she'd previously been led to believe.

Again. Useless sympathy. His grieving with her was nice and all but it didn't mean anything to her. She was still alone in her heartache and she always would be. However she appreciates the gesture. More than anything else, she simply appreciates that he understands. She is slightly more confident that he can handle Jim. Strangely his vulcan analogy fits her grief better than any human's attempt. People simply didn't understand why she felt raw for the rest of her life. She's accepted she'll never get over it and is tired of people trying to 'fix' her. She wants to live with the few people she has left that she holds dear. But she knows her grief was toxic to her sons... she kept her distance for their sake while she tried to figure out how to be a person they could use... she's been labeled as a terrible mother for it and over time she's come to believe she deserves that title. However she brings attention to the fact that humans often expect perfection from parents who are just as human as the children they are raising. It's not easy to handle grief while masking it for the sake of your children. Is it really her fault something she couldn't handle happened? It seems unfair that she's blamed for the consequences of the unthinkable when every other victim of the Kelvin was treated with respect and sympathy. Would it still be her fault if she suffered some sort of brain damage that left her in this situation? Humans are often so quick to blame people for their emotions while forgetting that emotions are not a thing humans can control. If they could... they would be vulcans.}

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[Spock's presence swirls around the woman's emotions.... fascinating.

Being alone was always something that Spock resigned himself to. Why would he miss what he wasn't aware of? Why would he wish he had more friends if he didn't know that was a thing? Vulcans do not have 'friends' in the same sense that humans do. It is illogical to rely on emotional support...
However, if being 'alone' was the only way he believed he could handle himself, then why would he want to be with others? He could handle anything alone, right? By himself...

But... was that wise? If only surrounding yourself with those who fully 'understood' then you would continue to live a lonely life. Spock was beginning to realize that suffering alone was illogical. To share yourself with others rather than hiding in your own personal hell was a preferable choice.]

[These thoughts were swirling around Spock's head at an ever increasing speed, enveloping Winona the more he grew comfortable with her presence.]

_{[She's kind of getting lost in this sensation but it was so simple... so easy to get her points across. They almost didn't have to be communicated, as soon as the thought them they were already sent to Spock. How convenient...

"If you only ever knew being alone, then having close ties must be difficult. Being alone is a safe way to live and while having loved ones is risky, I will say it is much more rewarding."

Winona's image of Spock was fleshing out. He was a deprived sort of man. He'd never known the freedom of emotion, the freedom to love even his own mother... and he'd been ignorant of that deprivation until he met humans. Until he met Jim and his emotions became integral to their survival as a couple.

She could see how vulcans and humans were simply opposites in some respects. Friends, feelings, dealing with one's suffering. She spoke to him again.

"You will rarely ever find someone who completely understands you. There is an advantage to having multiple
'types' of people you associate with. Not everyone can fill all your needs but having many different people who serve one need well is how successful humans handle themselves."

Indeed she felt like she could help this poor child, Jim needed her to give Spock every tip she could.]}

Then you understand that even 'you' do not have to be alone, yes?

[That was the point then. No matter what kind of loss anyone experiences, they cannot be compared. To continually decide that you must suffer alone, to bear a burden alone... to be perpetually alone is a poverty one can avoid if they only so choose.

It may not be easy... nay, it can be the most difficult choice in one's life...
...but if it means to have a chance at family, then it is no choice at all.]

Spock sees the gap in his mind that was once his family... and he believes that maybe... maybe that gap can be filled again.
He still does not completely trust Winona, and that is quite plain... And he is not dumb enough to expect that she trusts him.... However, there is an understanding.
His nature saw her as a threat... comparable to a black hole that was threatening the light of his sun. Perhaps someday, that black hole will be the birth of a new star.]

Missus Kirk.... perhaps it would be wise to end the meld now. I ask that you prepare yourself.

_{[She could understand his mistrust. She reflected the same. It would take time, she didn't trust just anyone and even then it took a long time for her to come around. Granted, the telepathy made it much simpler for them to progress. They would have spent years just getting to this point if not for the mind meld. She's honestly grateful for this. She wants to have a family. She really does. She misses it.

Spock sees her as a black hole? That's how she feels most of the time... she wants to be different. She yearns to be the happy woman she once was, who had the ability to enjoy life.]}

I understand... though I don't know how to prepare myself...

_{[It didn't matter how that worked out, Winona would be fine and a man would be standing in the kitchen when they finished. He was about Winona's age with a thick dark beard and a peculiar scowl on his face that looked more like a smirk. His eyes twinkled with mischief.}

Well... don't let me interrupt.

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[Spock eased them out of the meld... Surprisingly he wasn't tired as he often was.
Was it possible that they were mentally compatible? It made sense in a way... she was Jim's mother. He would have to inform his father of this phenomenon.

The Vulcan felt the extra presence the moment the meld was ended, and stood in front of Winona...
His voice was cold as he assessed the other man.
He may not trust Winona... but he would protect her if this was not a welcome person.]

Can we help you?

[If Spock was human, his tone may have implied something slightly more violent.]

_{[He was welcome. Sort of. He was welcome to a discussion with Winona about his dickery with her sons. And his adultery that she only sort of knows about.]}

Frank, this is Spock. He's here with Jim.

Jim's here? _{[Frank looked less than pleased]}....Great.

Don't get too excited. _{[She turned to Spock]}

You might want to go help Jim for a while, Spock...

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[Spock regarded the less than favourable man before him... then turned to Winona.]

Are you certain you wish me to leave?

[He would stay if she did not wish to be alone right now. It was a solid offer, and Spock looked like nothing more than the Vulcan he was.... stony faced and unreadable.
Except for his eyes.
His eyes said 'do you need help?']

_{[Frank's attention perked at the mention of his favorite scapegoat.]}

Jim? What the hell is he doing here? Is he messing with my horses?

Yes, Frank he's training--

Because I've worked too hard for too long on them for him to just step in and ruin them.

Calm down, he's breaking in the new one you found.

Phhh, that thing? He's insane, there's no way he can break that monster. It'll probably kill him. _{[That sentiment didn't seem to bother Frank either.

Winona looked to Spock, her eyes said 'I don't want to be alone.' but she shook her head.]}

You don't want to be here for this.

[Spock's eyes darted over to Frank, then back to Winona's. He knew that this situation was out of his depth, and that he probably wouldn't be of any use to Winona.
But he would get backup... if she needed it.]

Be that as it may Missus Kirk... I will return. [With Jim...He would know what to do right?
Spock inclined his head, and with a cool Vulcan look at Frank, he walked out the door and jogged to Jim's location.]

_{[She looked hesitant but grateful at his response. She and Frank were already having words as Spock left the house.

Jim was in the pen, working with Lightning, now riding on his back. This horse was so simple... Frank would never have figured it out. Good thing he had Jim to give him a chance or he'd be set loose to recaptured or killed.

When he sees Spock jogging over, his mind calms down. The headache he'd had brewing settles and he is at peace. But he's also concerned.]}

What's wrong?

[Spock went up to Jim... but not so close as to spook the horse.]

Frank has returned... I believe he and your mother are having words. I...

[Spock hesitated for a moment...]

I believe she is in need of you, though she did not say.
She does not wish to be alone.

[The words echoed through the bond as Spock surrounded it... comforting Jim as he found the bond stretched and uncomfortable. He chalked it up to it being new and untried...
...surely this was normal, yes?]

_{[The bond was relaxing once more, but it showed Jim's impatience when Frank was mentioned. He got off Lightning and tied his reins to the pen. He headed with Spock back to the house...

What happened at the threshold of the front door was rather quick. As Jim stepped up onto the porch, they could hear Winona's voice faintly underneath Frank's powerful yell. Jim paused, listening carefully. There was a chair scooting across the floor... Winona was trying to speak but Frank kept interrupting her, too interested in what he was saying. As usual.]}

Frank if you would just listen--

I've seen everything I need to. I get it, I've got no place in this house anymore.

Frank--

Only this is MY house. I pay the bills around here.

Would you stop?

Why are you backing away from me?.... get back here when I'm talking to you.

_{[Jim hurried inside, darting into the kithcen. The next things to be heard were a sound of flesh meeting flesh and Winona gasping. It startled her more than it hurt but it was still enough to knock her to the floor. She'd been in the act of backing away, it didn't take much to topple her. Following that was Jim's growl of anger. Anyone who stepped in now would find Jim looking ready to pounce, glaring at Frank, standing between him and his mother.]}

Get the hell out of here, pig.

Jim you have no right--

Here's how this is going to work.

This is my property, kid.

You're going to leave. Right now.

Mine do you get that?

And I'm going to get the garbage you call your shit and leave it out for you. And if you so much as look at this place or my mother again, I will end you. You got that?

I'm calling the police.

Oh let me. I'll need to talk to them anyway about this.

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[Spock left Jim to tend to his mother... but he did indeed 'see red' as he heard the awful sound of abuse.
Who would dare hit Jim's mother? There would be no more abuse in this house... ever again.
The Vulcan stepped between Jim and Frank, and using his superior strength, he grabbed Frank's collar and lifted him off his feet.]

If you are to call the police, it would only be for them to apprehend you. Not only do you have several counts of abuse, negligence, and other more heinous crimes which I will not utter... but you also have the utter gall to lie. You have been living off of this woman, and this family for far too long. You do not own this house, nor do you own this farm. George Kirk owned this farm, and after his passing, it was placed in Winona's name.
[As Spock spoke he walked towards the door... taking Frank with him...
It felt good to vent... a rather curious feeling...]

You will find that you do not have a claim on anything here... and if you attempt to 'bother' these people anymore, not only will you have Starfleet authorities to deal with, but also the Vulcan consulate.
You are no longer welcome here sir... I suggest you leave peaceably.

[And with that, the Vulcan placed Frank on the other side of the threshold, and stood at the door... leaving him no room to re-enter. It was leave, or deal with the Vulcan.]

_{[Jim would have noted how out of character that seemed... only it didn't. Spock always seemed to have anger issues with people who dealt physical harm. He did tend to his mother while Frank did everything in his power to get out of the vulcan grip. He yelled things about this being illegal and swore he'd get his revenge at the hands of the cops. But in the end he was just a lot of air. Frank stood uselessly at the doorway, attempting to get back in, making idle threats to Spock and the house. He wasn't listening to anyone but himself. Any attempt to speak with him would only encourage him to talk over everyone else. he was stubborn though, he'd take a while to leave.]}

[Spock regarded Frank with disdain as he expelled his useless air...
In his mind he curled around the bond.]

Ashaya... would it be inappropriate to nerve-pinch him?

By all means. Just shut him up.

[Spock focused on Frank once more.... and gave him a fair warning to leave before he had to use physical force.

...when he didn't leave, Spock calmly reached forward, and pinched the sensitive nerve between neck and shoulder, sending Frank ungracefully in a heap to the floor.
Spock looked almost... satisfied. The Vulcan turned back into the house, and regarded the two humans.]

It would seem that after a physical altercation of an abusive nature, Frank had to be forcibly removed and then subdued when he would not cease his actions.

[It was almost as if Spock was rehearsing what he would tell the police.]

Missus Kirk... are you in need of medical attention?

_{[Jim already had his mother moved to a seat at the table. She was shaking a bit and looking cross, mostly with herself. Somehow she deserved this for being an awful mother or allowing herself to end up with such a louse. Somehow she earned that punch. Jim was nothing but calm with his mother but to a trained eye, he was restraining fury. He couldn't kill Frank or strike out against any threat to his mother. He had to be soothing and patient which was far from what he's good at.]}

No, Spock... I'm fine... You two didn't have to do all this...

Mom, he hit you.

You don't have to call the cops Jim. _{[Winona is clearly winded wondering how this escalated so quickly.]}

Mom. He hit you. He ever do that before?

No.

...You lying to me?

...

How long?

It just started...

_{[Jim huffed, clearly wanting to do irreparable damage to the man heaped outside but he remained still. He got some ice for his mother's face and brought her something to drink.]}

Alright... Spock and I are gonna get the police.

Jim- no... please.

Mom, you have to file a report otherwise he'll never get time the next time he does this to someone... believe me, I know.

..._{[Winona ans Jim shared a grim look, wrought from the days he was a delinquent.]}

Fine...

[Spock witnesses the exchange with a certain amount of curiosity...
....and no small amount of anger.
This man, sprawled out on the front porch, had abused this family for years and got away with it. On Vulcan, that kind of behaviour was unheard of... save for a few instances of mental insanity.

Spock went to stand beside his T'hy'la...]

We can involve Starfleet officials if you so desire.
[Frank did just assault an off-duty officer...]

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Happy 900!

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I think this is our longest running thread by a couple hundred tags

:p I'm at my other brother's place. I can't get aim, but I'm here for the next two hours~ ^_^

You went home? Downtown wasn't much fun?

My 'other' brother. XD He lives downtown. :p

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Bad-ass Vulcan to the rescue! XD

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