#( whatever remains must be the truth: spock )

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Aw, thank you so much @justabigoldnerd! I feel weird about self-reccing, but I don't think I've ever actually thought much about my favorites, so. This should be fun.

In no particular order, and taken only from stories currently posted to AO3:

Loki Series

Ready or Not

Summary: In which the waiting is over, and the war begins.

Oddly enough, the last two chapters of this arc are my favorite of all the 150K+ words in the Storyteller series. It was difficult to say goodbye to this series, because I poured a lot of love into it, but I told the story I wanted to tell, and I love where it ended. (Chaptered)

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

2. What's in a Name, Chapter Six

Summary: Five times Nyota Uhura called Jim Kirk something other than Captain, and one time he was glad to return the favor.

Chapter Six is set many years after the events of Star Trek: Beyond, focusing on what a potential movie-era in the AOS might look like. I wanted something with the bittersweet vibe of the TOS movie era, but more sweet than bitter, and I think I achieved that. It was also written during a period of upheaval in my own personal life, with a lot of uncertainty about facing the future, and I think that emotion transferred. (Oneshot)

3. The Captain's Log, Redacted, Chapter Five - Distress Signals (Shields Up, Red Alert)

Summary: Or, The Ongoing Saga of "Well That's Not Going in the Report."

Chapter Five is definitely an unashamed demonstration of the Found Family trope, which to me is the defining feature of all my AOS fic. I was very pleased with how this one turned out. (Oneshot)

Star Trek: The Original Series

4. A Night in Sickbay

Summary: Or, The One With the Nightmares Added scene after the curtain falls on Journey to Babel.

I've written a lot of missing scenes from the series, but this one's always been a personal favorite. I think the older I get, the more I enjoy the quiet, gentle stories as much as the more dramatic ones. (Oneshot)

Star Trek: The Original Series & Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

5. However Improbable

Summary: "An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." - Captain Spock, ST:VI; original quote Sherlock Holmes, The Sign of Four. Two universes, two worlds, one link threatening to destroy them both.

Yes, I wrote a novel-length crossover between two very unlikely universes, many years ago as a just-for-fun NaNoWriMo exercise. Yes, it's ridiculous and niche. Yes, it's still probably my favorite story I've ever written. (Longfic)

[autisticburnham]

Love that Trekkies heard “An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth," and decided that that meant Spock was a descendant of the character who we know in universe to be fictional rather than from Arthur Conan Doyle

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Six

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Six: Officers in Distress

Summary: Kirk goes too far and is jetted from the Enterprise, but the ship and its crew doesn't really have a good plan to stop Nero from destroying Celia.

            “Have you confirmed Nero’s trajectory?” asked Spock, entering the bridge with (Y/N).

            “Their trajectory suggests they’re headed towards…Celia, Captain,” said Uhura, glancing worriedly at (Y/N).

            They tensed and swallowed. If Nero was heading towards Celia…their home planet could be destroyed. They could lose everyone. (Y/N) couldn’t have that happen. They couldn’t let it happen.

            “Thank you, Lieutenant,” said Spock.

            He nearly reached out to (Y/N), but in front of others, he couldn’t. Still, he looked at them, and when they made eye-contact, he nodded—an indication that Spock was there to support (Y/N). He wouldn’t let another planet be destroyed by Nero. He wouldn’t let more lives be lost.

            “Are you alright, (Y/N)?” asked Uhura, standing to move to her friend’s side.

            “…I’m worried,” said (Y/N) honestly. “But if we’re going to stop him, we have to keep a clear head and plan.”

            “I’ll keep everyone in line,” said Uhura, nodding firmly. “I’ll make sure we’re running smoothly. I’ll do everything I can to help.”

            (Y/N) forced a smile and squeezed Uhura’s hand. “Thank you.”

            Uhura squeezed their hand in return.

            “Celia may be his next stop, but we have to assume every Federation planet’s a target,” said Kirk, lounging in the Captain’s chair.

            “Out of the chair,” said Spock coolly, and Kirk stood.

            “Well, if the Federation is a target, why didn’t they destroy us?” asked Chekov.

            “Why would they? Why waste weapons?” said Sulu sullenly. “We obviously weren’t a threat.”

            “That’s not it,” said Spock. “He said he wanted me to see something. The destruction of my home planet.”

            “And he wants me to see the same,” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow and curling their hand into a fist.

            “How the hell did they do that, by the way?” snapped Bones, frustrated and angry at how helpless they were. “Where did the Romulans get that knd of weaponry?”

            “The engineering comprehension necessary to artificially create a black hole may suggest an answer,” said Spock, holding onto any space for pure logic. “Such technology could theoretically be manipulated to create a tunnel through space-time.”

            “Dammit, man, I’m a doctor, not a physicist,” said Bones, crossing his arms. “Are you suggesting they’re from the future?!”

            “If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth,” said Spock.

            “How poetic,” muttered Bones.

            “Then, what would an angry, future Romulan want with Captain Pike?” asked Kirk.

            “As Captain, he does know details of Starfleet’s defenses,” said Sulu.

            “What we need to do is catch up to that ship,” said Kirk. “Disable it, take it over, and get Pike back.”

            “We are technologically outmatched in every way. A rescue attempt would be illogical,” said Spock.

            “Nero’s ship would have to drop out of warp for us to overtake him,” added Chekov unhelpfully.

            “Then what about assigning engineering crews to try and boost our warp gear?” suggested Kirk.

            “Remaining power and crew are repairing radiation leaks on the lower decks,” said (Y/N) sympathetically.

            “Okay, right, but there’s got to be some way—”

            Spock cut Kirk off. “We must gather with the rest of Starfleet to balance the terms of the next engagement.”

            “But how long do we have before he gets to Celia?” asked (Y/N). “We don’t have much time…I know that. And Kirk’s right, we have to do something. If we wait to confront them, Celia could—” They couldn’t finish the sentence and clenched their fists.   

            “(L/N)’s right,” said Kirk. “We should act now. By the time we’ve gathered, it’ll be too late. But you say he’s from the future, knows what’s going to happen, then the logical thing is to be unpredictable.”

            “You are assuming that Nero knows how events are predicted to unfold,” said Spock. “To the contrary, Nero’s very presence has altered the flow of history, beginning with the attack on the USS Kelvin, culminating in the events of today, thereby creating an entire new chain of incidents that cannot be anticipated by either party.”

            “An alternate reality?” said (Y/N) as his words sunk in.

            “Precisely,” said Spock. “Whatever our lives might have been, if the time continuum was disrupted, our destinies have changed.” He turned to Sulu. “Mr. Sulu, plot a course to the Laurentian system warp factor three.”

            “Spock, don’t do that. Running back to the rest of the fleet for a-a-a confab is a massive waste of time,” said Kirk.

            “We don’t have time for it,” said (Y/N) desperately, fighting to remain composed in the face of the concept of losing their home.

            “…We have orders from Captain Pike,” said Spock, avoiding their gaze. He was trying to stay on procedure. If he didn’t…he’d lose control, the loss of his planet and people too great to hold back without any string of logic to hold onto.

            “He also ordered us to go back and get him,” said Kirk. “Spock, you’re captain now! You have to be—”

            “I am aware of my responsibilities,” said Spock.

            “Every second we waste, Nero’s getting close to his next target,” snapped Kirk, and (Y/N) winced as anger flashed through the room.

            “That is correct and why I am instructing you to accept the fact that I alone—”

            “I will now allow us to go backwards!” snapped Kirk.

            “Jim!” shouted Bones.

            “Instead of hunting Nero down!” finished Kirk.

            Spock’s whole body tensed as every instinct, every human instinct, fought to get angry, to yell and scream that he knew but he wasn’t sure what to do. If he went to Celia and it was lost, he’d never be able to face (Y/N). If he went to the fleet, there was the barest chance of being able to fight Nero, and then, maybe, he’d be able to look (Y/N) in the eye.

            But Spock knew it was all mere chance, the slightest possibility. However, he had to fight against the onslaught of illogical emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He needed to remain in control.

            “Security. Escort him out,” said Spock.

            Two officers moved forward and grabbed Kirk by the arms. He instantly thrashed against them, and (Y/N) took a step back at the anger burning around them.

            “Jim,” warned Bones, trying to get him to calm down.

            But Kirk refused to back down, fierce and defiant to the last. Spock stepped up and grabbed his neck. The Vulcan Nerve Pinch froze Kirk’s muscles, and he collapsed into the security guards’ arms while everyone on the bridge watched in surprise.

            “Get him off this ship,” ordered Spock, and (Y/N) had never heard his voice so tight with subdued frustration and emotion.

            Kirk was dragged out of the room to be deposited on a nearby Federation planet. He would survive, but he would not return to the Enterprise.

            Spock looked around himself and straightened, determined to remain dutiful and honor Vulcan ways even in the midst of such loss. “Everyone, return to your duties. Calculate Nero’s trajectory and figure when precisely he will be arriving at Celia. We must contact other members of the fleet. If our radio can reach them earlier, alert me, and we can make arrangements.”

            “Yes, sir,” said (Y/N), sitting down at their station. Their hands shook as they reached for their equipment, and they paused to breathe and compose themself. (Y/N) had to trust that Spock had a plan. They had to.

            Otherwise, the terror of losing Celia would overcome them.

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            “Acting Captain Spock has marooned me on Delta Vega, what I believe to be a violation of security of security protocol 49.9, covering the treatment of prisoners aboard a starship,” grumbled Kirk into his communicator as he stomped through the snow of Delta Vega.

            A growl made him freeze and turned around. A large, hulking creature loomed over him and roared. Kirk let out a shout and stumbled back. A crack spread through the snow and ice, and a larger monster burst out. Kirk cried out as the first creature was easily killed and ran for his life. The second monster followed him. Kirk screamed and fell, sliding down a hill towards a cave. Jumping inside, he cowered as the monster pursued him.

            A figure stepped out of the shadow carrying a torch. The light and heat made the creature take a step back. The man waved the torch closer, scorching the monster. It ran away, leaving Kirk and the man on their home.

            Kirk raised his head, and the figure stepped closer. Kirk blinked. The man was tall, white-haired, brown-eyed, and had pointed ears.

            A Vulcan? wondered Kirk in shock.

            “James T. Kirk,” said the man.

            “Excuse me?” said Kirk, confused now.

            “How did you find us?” asked the man.

            “How do you know my name?” questioned Kirk.

            “I have been, and always shall be, your friend,” said the man profoundly.

            “You’re confusing him,” said another voice, and Kirk blinked as another figure stepped into the light.

            They were similarly bundled up against the cold, but instead of Vulcan features, they had striking gold eyes paired with their greying hair.

            “What…Who are you two?” asked Kirk.

            “I am Spock,” said the man.

            “I am (Y/N),” said the companion.

            “…Bullshit.”

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            Despite his misgivings, Kirk didn’t have much of a choice and followed Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime farther into the tunnel. They had fire; he needed warmth. Plus, if he was honest, Kirk couldn’t help but trust the pair—no matter who they were. They seemed to be telling the truth, though, which was strange enough.

            “It is remarkably pleasing to see you again, old friend,” said Spock Prime. “Especially after the events of today.”

            (Y/N) Prime reached out and touched Spock Prime’s arm in support. Spock Prime covered their hand in solemn thanks. Kirk’s eyes flicked to the rings on their fingers—one with a Vokaya stone and the other a blue one. He blinked in surprise, but he had no time to focus on that.

            “Listen, I, uh, appreciate what you did for me today, but if you were Spock you would know we’re not friends at all. You hate me. You marooned me here for mutiny,” said Kirk. He looked at (Y/N) Prime. “You…You act like (L/N).”

            “I should hope so,” said (Y/N) Prime wryly.

            “Mutiny?” repeated Spock Prime.

            “Uh, yeah,” said Kirk.

            “You’re not Captain?” asked (Y/N) Prime.

            “No, no. Um, you’re the Captain. Pike was taken hostage,” said Kirk.

            “This timeline has so many small changes,” murmured (Y/N) Prime, sighing.

            “This timeline?” repeated Kirk, thinking of what Spock had hypothesized. It sounded pretty convincing now that these two were acting so strange.

            “Pike was taken by Nero,” said Spock Prime, furrowing his brow.

            “What do you know about him?” asked Kirk, leaning in.

            “He is a particularly troubled Romulan,” said Spock Prime.

            “Not like Liviana at all,” said (Y/N) Prime, shaking their head.

            “I don’t understand,” said Kirk.

            “Please, allow me. It will be easier,” said Spock Prime, raising his hands towards Kirk’s temples.

            “Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” asked Kirk uneasily.

            “A mind meld will let Spock show you what he knows,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            They put a hand on his arm, and Kirk felt a wave of calm wash over him as (Y/N) Prime dampened his anxiety. He had never felt the power of empathic abilities before, and here it was. As he relaxed, Spock Prime put his fingers on Kirk’s temple.

            “Our minds. One and together,” said Spock Prime, and the world fell away before Kirk’s eyes to let him see Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime’s dealings with Nero.

            “129 years from now, a star will explode and threaten to destroy the galaxy,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            “This is where we are from, Jim. The future,” said Spock Prime.

            “The star went supernova and consumed everything in its path,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            “I promised the Romulans that I would save their planet,” said Spock Prime.

            “I accompanied him to help,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            “We outfitted our fastest ship. Using red matter, we would create a black hole, which would absorb the exploding star.”

            “We were en route when disaster struck. The supernova destroyed Romulus before we could arrive.”

            “We had little time. We had to extract the red matter and shoot it into the supernova.”

            “As we began our return trip, we were intercepted.” (Y/N) Prime’s voice turned sorrowful.

            “He called himself Nero. The last the Romulan Empire,” said Spock Prime.

            “He was angry at our failure. He wanted to punish us,” said (Y/N) Prime, deeply understanding his pain.

            Nero had lost everything. He was rightfully upset. But what he had done after…it was unjust to take his pain out on others.

            “In our attempt to escape, all of us were pulled into the black hole,” explained Spock Prime. “Nero went through first. He arrived in this timeline first, twenty-five years ago.”

            The U.S.S. Kelvin incident, thought Kirk, and Spock Prime and (Y/N) Prime indicated their acknowledgement through the Mind Meld.

            “Nero spent the next twenty-five years awaiting our arrival,” continued (Y/N) Prime. “What was years to him was seconds to us due to the black hole.”

            “When we fell through the black hole, Nero was waiting for us,” said Spock. “He still held us responsible for the destruction of his home world. He captured our vessel and spared our lives for one reason—so that we would know his pain.”

            “He beamed us down here so we could watch his vengeance. He was helpless to save Romulans, and Spock was helpless to save Vulcan,” said (Y/N) Prime sorrowfully.

            “Billions of lives lost because of me, Jim. Because I failed,” said Spock Prime.

            The Mind Meld ended, and Kirk jerked back to reality. His chest heaved as tears ran down his face. Instantly, (Y/N) Prime’s empathy ran through him to steady him.

            “Forgive me. Emotional transference is an effect of the Mind Meld,” said Spock Prime. “I thought (Y/N) may be able to mitigate it, but it seems not.”

            “We’ve been through a lot, Spock. It’s alright,” said (Y/N) Prime gently.

            “So…you do feel?” Kirk took deep breaths.

            “Yes,” said Spock Prime, nodding. (Y/N) smiled softly and nodded.

            “Going back in time, you changed all our lives,” said Kirk, finally wrapping his head around him.

            “Jim, we must go. There is a Starfleet outpost not far from here,” said Spock Prime, rising.

            “We have to face Nero before he hurts more people,” said (Y/N) Prime. “His anger is a fire. He wants to burn everything.”

            “Wait,” said Kirk. “Where you came from…did I know my father?”

            Spock Prime nodded. “Yes. You often spoke of him as being your inspiration for joining Starfleet.”

            “He saw you become Captain of the Enterprise. He was proud,” said (Y/N) Prime.

            “Captain?” repeated Kirk.

            “Of a ship we must return you to as soon as possible,” said Spock Prime.

            “Let’s go, Jim,” said (Y/N) Prime.

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            Far away from Delta Vega, the Enterprise was still flying towards the Laurentian system.

            “Warp three, sir,” said Sulu.

            “Course 1-5-1-Mark-3, Laurentian system, sir,” said Chekov.

            “Thank you, gentlemen,” said Spock from the Captain’s chair.

            “You wanted to see me?” said Bones, stepping onto the bridge.

            “Yes, Doctor.” Spock stood from his seat. “I am aware that James Kirk is a friend of yours. I recognize that supporting me as you did must have been difficult.”

            “Is that a thank you?” said Bones sarcastically.

            “I am simply acknowledging your difficulties,” said Spock.

            “Permission to speak freely, sir,” said Bones, and (Y/N) felt his emotions rise.

            This’ll be quite something, thought (Y/N).

            “I welcome it,” said Spock.

            “Do you?” Bones raised a brow and scoffed. “Okay, then.” He glared. “Are you out of your Vulcan mind?” Everyone on the bridge blinked and turned around in surprise. “ Are you making the logical choice, sending Kirk away? Probably, but the right one?” Bones scoffed. “You know, back home we got a saying, ‘If you’re gonna ride in the Kentucky Derby, you don’t leave your prize stallion in the stable.’ ”

            He’s definitely got guts, thought (Y/N).

            “A curious metaphor, Doctor, as a stallion must first be broken before it can reach its potential,” said Spock almost sarcastically.

            “My god, man. You could at least act like it was a hard decision,” retorted Bones.

            “I intend to assist in the effort to reestablish communication with Starfleet. However, if crew morale was better served by my roaming the halls weeping, I will gladly defer to your medical expertise,” said Spock sarcastically, cuttingly. “Excuse me.” He turned away to face (Y/N) and their station.

            “Green-blooded hobgoblin,” huffed Bones, stalking out of the bridge.

            “Spock, picking a fight with him won’t make you feel better,” murmured (Y/N).

            “…I apologize,” said Spock.

            “Tell that to him,” said (Y/N) sternly. They were laying all their trust into his intellect to save their planet. They didn’t have time for infighting.

            “I will help Celia, (Y/N),” said Spock quietly. “I will.” He couldn’t save Vulcan. he wouldn’t let Celia be destroyed.

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[noblehcart]

i dare not risk it. ( for amanda )

@fasciinating

"i think you've risked plenty as it is." a mother knows.

it was series of odd encounters. not so much odd as unique and not so much unique as it was so inherently thoughtful that it left her pensive. her son was kind and gentle. her son was often attentive to her more than her own husband at times.

but not like this.

he didn't look at her with eyes like that. she had seen eyes like that before back on earth. those who have seen horrors. those who have thought they lost something-someone so precious only to find them back in their arms again. he looked at her as though he were waiting for her to disappear before his eyes in a gust of wind.

her son didn't look at her with those eyes. a mother knows.

her son's eyes looked to her in flickering ache for acceptance and love, her son's eyes looked to her with conflict and sometimes rage. not at her. at life. at society. at himself. sometimes she saw the flickers of resentment curling in, but he was good at smothering it before she could see it fully form and develop. he was kind in that way. but this man before her...which was the only way to describe it. her son went off to starfleet still in many ways a lost boy, but the man before her was different.

he carried himself different. his hair was slightly different. his tone was different and he looked at her different. a mother knows. a mother knows. amanda grayson knows what's within the realm of possibilities and the impossible. she knows that what she may know could very well be in flux as time passed. things changed. technology changed. the figure before her that was and wasn't her son was changed. a mother knows. her heart aches as he walks and talks with her. as he asks her questions he never cared to know the answer to. he takes interest in her and her life. he recalls memories shared and unshared as if they'd never have the time to do it again.

-and he remains carefully, delicately and in so many ways achingly close.

he has not been this close to her since he was a small child and there are nights she comes close to weeping because she hadn't seen that boy in years, but confused in the paradox that it wasn't quite the boy she sent off to starfleet. When you have eliminated all which is impossible then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. but it was the truth she was afraid of saying aloud. fear it would shatter the loveliness with the cruel truth of the matter. of what she knew in her heart that would bring him this close.

but she braves it anyway, swallowing thickly and smiling gently. "how long ago was it for you, spock?" her hands now ringing together ever so slightly. "no stardates. no details. i know the rules....i think i know, spock."

she quietly adds. "a mother knows."

[scarletswalking]

Spock and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle are related in canon.

"An ancestor of mine once said that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth." -Spock.

Spock and Sherlock Holmes are the same brand of “this character has been around for SO long and basically everyone agrees they’re gay or at least some flavor of queer. so much so that they’ve impacted the minds and hearts of GENERATIONS of queer people but for some reason, no matter how many adaptions and spin offs we get in the years since the original work, no one making the official work has had the guts to say it officially ”

[steamroller88]

"Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Spock

[its-all-ineffable]

Fandom Focus #29

*Yes it's changed again, yes very quickly. It happens.

BBC Sherlock - I'm on third re-watch of this show in 2 and a half weeks. Honestly, I adore it so much, like, it deserves all the love. I could talk about it forever and luckily I have amazing friends and mutuals who let me! Also I love Sherlock he's adorable (and an asshole), and I want to ruffle his hair.

Star Trek AOS - So Sherlock said the quote "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." and John called him Spock and it reminded me of what I haven't watched in a while - Star Trek! So I re-watched the AOS films and I've fallen down the rabbit hole again. Oops.

Interview with the Vampire (2022) - Don't worry, I still love IWTV! I am still gonna write the fics I have planned for it, and it still consumes a part of my brain! You don't have to worry, fellow fans. And yes, I'm still in love with Louis and want to give him a hug.

Also still in love with the Jurassic World/Park franchise - bought the extended edition of Jurassic World Dominion and got all the extra dino goodness! Also still reading The Vampire Chronicles and enjoying them!

[boomthemoon]

I'm watching Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country and Spock literally quoted Sherlock Holmes and said one of his ancestors used to say that, so is he somehow related to Arthur Conan Doyle? Or maybe Sherlock existed and he was a Vulcan? Or his ancestor just really liked that book?

[vokava]

*  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 .

━━━━━  𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 , 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮. / KELVIN TIMELINE

𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑾𝑺 !

moody | short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable |  whiny  |  controlling  | conceited  |  possessive  |  paranoid  |  lies  |  impatient  | cowardly  |  bitter |  selfish  | power-hungry  | greedy |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive  |  spiteful | stubborn |  sadistic  |  masochistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  | absent-minded  | abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive |  childish |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  | cynical | cruel  | depressed |  deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure |  insensitive | lustful  |  delinquent  | guilt complex | reclusive  |  reckless | nervous  |  oversensitive  |  rebellious

𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑻𝑯𝑺 !

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tags 01.

[commander-quack-to-the-bridge]

silly little headcanon time

since we get to see Spock basically quote Sherlock Holmes, it is now my belief that he's read the books.

Sherlock was Spock's first crush. He found his logic and demeanor interesting and flattering, appreciated the way he never had time for people that weren't willing to listen to him and/or some sort of asset to him. Appreciated that Sherlock plays violin, especially when he needs time to just sit and ponder some big mystery. Found his chemical dependency illogical but could over look it because he was amazing to read about. There wasn't anything Sherlock couldn't achieve with his logic and higher level of thinking. And then Spock grew a bit older and realized that wasn't a crush at all, it was more along the lines of representation. He related to Sherlock, he wasn't crushing on the man. With that knowledge he decided to spend his spare time rereading his mother's old books.

Only on his reread the only character he could seem to pay attention to was Dr. John Watson. The way he acted without thinking, how angry he would get with Sherlock for being so apathetic towards everyone and everything that wasn't the case he was actively involved with. The way Watson seemed to balance out the parts of Sherlock that were disliked by the vast majority of characters in the story. The head strong soldier who was willing to risk it all to help someone in need. He found his infatuation with John Watson fascinating. Eventually he finishes his reread of the old stories and gets caught up in growing up.

He recalls Sherlock Holmes from time to time, typically in passing, often when he looks at a fellow Starfleet officer and says, "Once you eliminate the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

And then he meets the hard headed, fiery, strong willed cadet who already - in his first two weeks in the academy - made a reputation for himself being quick to act, James Tiberius Kirk.

[faithful-grigori]

I believe in Star Trek VI Spock off-handedly implies that he may be decended from Holmes (or perhaps, as I’ve seen some suggest, Doyle) with the line “An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however unlikely, must be the truth.”, so at least some have seen a connection whether it was intended from the beginning.

The Greek Interpreter pt 1

I remember this one. Yet again, I remember details, but no solutions. But I might recall more as I read along. I've definitely read this one multiple times and seen the Granada version of it. I will absolutely try not to spoil if I remember anything that gives the ending away.

I actually find it surprising how many times I have read some of these and how the thing I almost always forget is the solution. Weirdly, with Agatha Christie mysteries the who and how is usually the thing that sticks in my mind, apparently with Sherlock Holmes, I remember weird details rather than the relevant stuff.

Anyway, on with the tale:

During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to his relations, and hardly ever to his own early life. This reticence upon his part had increased the somewhat inhuman effect which he produced upon me, until sometimes I found myself regarding him as an isolated phenomenon, a brain without a heart, as deficient in human sympathy as he was pre-eminent in intelligence.

The first thing I thought was 'Spock', because that post kept going across my dash a little while ago about how many 'surprise' relatives Spock had during TOS. And this whole thing reads very vulcan. I'm going to assume that's because Spock was intentionally or subconsciously based on Sherlock Holmes.

However, here we get the modern and very uncomplimentary image of Sherlock as 'a brain without a heart', which we've seen multiple times to be untrue. I'd say that anyone can fake empathy and kindness, and that a lot of people affect having more of these than they actually feel, that in many ways is part of the social contract. Perhaps I am cynical.

But particularly in the case of Mary Sutherland, where Sherlock threatens her stepfather and appears genuinely angry on her behalf, and on several other occasions where he refers to villains in very scathing and angry terms, we see evidence of feeling that seems genuinely emotional on behalf of someone else. That seems less potentially fake to me than the gentleness. (I'm not saying the gentleness is faked, I'm just saying that there's more of an argument to say that he could/would be faking with that - to put people at ease, to get more information out of them - as opposed to the more negative emotions he declares to himself or to Watson in private which have little purpose other than to vent emotion.)

However, Watson's being a little unfair, here. Also, his reasoning is faulty.

His aversion to women and his disinclination to form new friendships were both typical of his unemotional character, but not more so than his complete suppression of every reference to his own people.

None of this is a sign of someone who doesn't have emotions. These are just signs of a queer introvert with a complicated relationship with their family, Watson. In fact, I'd also suggest that someone who effectively never mentions their family probably has quite strong emotions about that subject. You don't avoid talking about something you don't care about one way or the other.

I get that this is all set up, but I just wanted to say.

...one day, to my very great surprise, he began to talk to me about his brother.

Mycroft time is upon us!

In a bit we're going to get to one of the character descriptions that sticks in my brain the most out of all the things I have ever read. It's Watson's description of Mycroft and Roald Dahl's description of the Twits. Those two haunt me to this day.

...the conversation, which had roamed in a desultory, spasmodic fashion from golf clubs to the causes of the change in the obliquity of the ecliptic, came round at last to the question of atavism and hereditary aptitudes.

I swear I'm not going to quote every paragraph of this part. But this is such a lot of words. 'Obliquity of the ecliptic'? I literally work with words and have a degree in them and I had to look that up.

Wikipedia tells me: 'Obliquity of the ecliptic is the term used by astronomers for the inclination of Earth's equator with respect to the ecliptic, or of Earth's rotation axis to a perpendicular to the ecliptic.'

The ecliptic being the orbital plane of the earth.

So it's the angle between the axis the earth spins around and the circle of the earth's orbit around the sun. Which... has Holmes learnt that the earth revolves around the sun now?

So I guess what Watson is saying is 'we were having a very clever discussion like very clever people'.

But now they've gone onto the classic nature vs nurture debate.

Watson is all for nurture, while Holmes is arguing for nature because... drumroll... of his brother Mycroft!

"My dear Watson," said he, "I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues. To the logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to underestimate one's self is as much a departure from truth as to exaggerate one's own powers. When I say, therefore, that Mycroft has better powers of observation than I, you may take it that I am speaking the exact and literal truth."

Holmes has an excellent sense of self-worth, and I like how this centres the fact that he is realistic about it. He doesn't believe in false modesty, but he is willing to acknowledge some people are better than him even at the things he prides himself on.

"The Diogenes Club is the queerest club in London, and Mycroft one of the queerest men."

Yep. That's Mycroft. This is not the description I was talking about above. But boy, how the evolution of language changes the potential meanings of a text for readers.

"But he has no ambition and no energy. He will not even go out of his way to verify his own solution, and would rather be considered wrong than take the trouble to prove himself right."

Mycroft is also very relatable. He could try to prove himself right, but why bother when his chair is so comfortable and he already knows he's right? There's no point. And he'd have to move, ugh. I actually quite like Mycroft as a character, even in the original stories, and I like that he cares so little about other people's opinions that he doesn't care if they think he's wrong. Mycroft is a hobbit and you cannot convince me otherwise. He sits in his comfy hobbit hole, smokes pipeweed and eats food and people watches, and doesn't want anything to do with adventure, no sir. Why would he want that when there's a comfy chair, a nice pair of slippers and second breakfast about to be served?

Mycroft Holmes was a much larger and stouter man than Sherlock. His body was absolutely corpulent, but his face, though massive, had preserved something of the sharpness of expression which was so remarkable in that of his brother. His eyes, which were of a peculiarly light, watery grey, seemed to always retain that far-away, introspective look which I had only observed in Sherlock's when he was exerting his full powers. "I am glad to meet you, sir," said he, putting out a broad, fat hand like the flipper of a seal.

Here it is. The description that will stick with me forever: 'like the flipper of a seal'. That's just so... very evocative. And unflattering. All those wet, clammy implications. Also, Watson really wants you to know Mycroft is fat, btw. In case you didn't notice. But yeah, not a flattering description, but not as judgemental as his descriptions of other people. There is a certain respect in this description - until we get to that seal simile. Yeah... the seal thing really gets to me. It makes me shudder a bit every time. It's strange, because I always remember the bit before as being more scathing, but it's actually quite matter of fact, if repetitive. It's the seal thing that really adds a weird edge of mild disgust to the whole thing. And I love seals.

Is there an animated version of Sherlock Holmes where they're all animals and Mycroft is a seal? There should be.

"By the way, Sherlock, I expected to see you round last week, to consult me over that Manor House case. I thought you might be a little out of your depth." "No, I solved it," said my friend, smiling.

The sibling energy is strong in this whole exchange. Just that competitive little edge they have with each other.

"An old soldier, I perceive," said Sherlock. "And very recently discharged," remarked the brother. "Served in India, I see." "And a non-commissioned officer." "Royal Artillery, I fancy," said Sherlock. "And a widower." "But with a child." "Children, my dear boy, children."

Just the utter rhythm of this and the clear fact that this is a game they have played with each other for years, both trying to outdo the other, but it all seems quite amicable. It reminds me of playing games in the back of the car with my big brother on long car journeys. He was always better than me at them, but we still had fun.

The Sherlock-Mycroft double act is a well-practised performance. I love it. Then Watson gives them the opportunity to show off their working and they do that as a double act as well.

I think you can absolutely see Mycroft's existence as explaining things about Sherlock - why he enjoys having Watson around to explain things to and show off for. As a child, clearly he was always the one slightly behind his brother and it makes sense that he enjoys having someone impressed by him the same way he was probably impressed by Mycroft as a child.

Absolutely no case in this section. Just Mycroft. And honestly I am fine with that. This scene is iconic.

[clementine-kesh]

Spock

favourite thing about them:

he’s spock like he’s literally spock. possibly one of thee most iconic characters of all time. i love that story about leonard nimoy talking to actual scientists who were spock fans and responding to them like he was spock when they talked science with him, it’s so sweet

least favourite thing about them:

period-typical sexism aside i do think the vulcan tendency to be rude to humans is a little annoying

favourite line:

the absolute classic “when you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth”

brOTP:

honestly i have not watched tos closely enough to have any strong feelings about this. i enjoy his and pike’s dynamic in snw though

OTP:

spirk like c’mon what else

nOTP:

again no strong opinion

random headcanon:

i know it’s pretty strong fanon but jewish spock for real

unpopular opinion:

people are like “oh snw spock is nothing like tos spock” which sure ok but guys there’ll be character development! i wouldn’t be surprised if the writers intended that so they could have him end up like tos spock at the end of the series

song i associate with them:

not a song per se but leonard cohen just in terms of vibes

favourite picture of them:

WHERE’S THE GIF OF HIM POUNDING THE GROUND WITH HIS FISTS idk i just think it’s funny

[kirkodiletears]

Star Trek: The Motion Picture | Chapter 2 (with complete Kolinahr scene and Spock mentioning Kirk as "his t'hy'la"). Well worth reading.

This is the complete chapter 2 from Roddenberry's Star Trek The Motion Picture novelization, which covers Spock's Kolirahr scene, including his hearing Kirk's thoughts and calling him "his T'hy'la".

Worth reading. The whole book is. But this particular chapter is very important for understanding crusual thing about the relationship between Spock and Kirk and Spock's feelings about Kirk.

THIS IS HOW RODDENBERRY CREATED THEM TO BE.

From here: https://booksvooks.com/fullbook/star-trek-the-motion-picture-pdf-gene-roddenberry.html?page=6

Chapter Two

The stonework where Spock knelt was so ancient that its origins could not be traced in even the oldest Vulcan legends. Spock’s long robe bore the same patterns as those carved in the ancient stone. The meanings of these symbols were known only to the Vulcan Masters whose abode was here on the high plateau of Gol. Spock had come here not long after the starship Enterprise had completed its historic five-year mission.

It had seemed to Spock that he had no other choice. It was only through the Masters here on Gol that one could achieve Kolinahr. And it was only through Kolinahr that he could once and for all time unburden himself of his human half, which he believed responsible for his pain.

“Spock, son of Sarek of Vulcan and of Amanda of Earth, are thee prepared to open thy mind to us?”

This would be the closest human translation. The words were actually in Old Vulcan and spoken by the Master T’sai. To each side of her stood lesser Masters whose lips moved in an ancient chant in praise of reason.

“I am prepared.”

Spock gave the traditional and expected response. But he was troubled. Had his answer been the whole truth? As late as this very morning, he had felt fully prepared to be examined by the Vulcan Masters. During the past nine Vulcan seasons,1 he had not only survived the disciplines of Kolinahr, but also the harsh trials had taken him to those consciousness levels which are beyond the reach of confusion, fatigue, and pain. He knew that he had pleased the Masters, even the ones who had at first hesitated over permitting a mere half-Vulcan to become an acolyte in Gol. But no one doubted him any longer—no one but Spock himself.

Until this very morning, Spock had been certain that he had finally and fully exorcised his human half and its shameful emotional legacies. An hour before the rising of the Vulcan suns, Spock had made his way to the high promontory he had chosen as his own and there he had greeted the red dawn of this important day with mind-cleansing meditation. He had known that today he would face T’sai herself and that the High Master would invite him to enter with her into mindmeld so that she might place around his neck the old symbol which proclaimed his mastery of Kolinahr. In searching his consciousness this morning, Spock had been especially alert for any trace of pride in his accomplishments here in Gol. Kaiidth! What was, was! He had done only what he had been meant to do and had the good fortune to be able to do. With this thought, Spock had looked up at the red dawn sky in the direction where he knew Sol and Earth to be and had begun a respectful, but brief, farewell to his mother’s planet and the part of his life that it had represented. He had long ago decided that he would neither return to that place nor move among its people ever again.

Jim! Good-bye my . . . my t’hy’la.2 This is the last time I will permit myself to think of you or even your name again.

It was at this exact instant that a shockingly powerful consciousness imposed itself unexpectedly into Spock’s mind. It was almost as if some powerful entity had been searching the galaxy for some long-needed answers about Earth and humans and had become aware of Spock’s mind at the very instant he was saying his farewell to Earth and Kirk. Although Spock had no idea at the time what it meant, he felt himself being examined almost as if he were a living “Rosetta stone,” capable of understanding both logic and human irrationality, and thus a possible key by which a totally logical entity might understand Earth and humanity.

Most shocking of all, it had frightened Spock. On the morning of the very day that he was to be pronounced free of emotion, he had felt . . . fear. Fear, not so much for himself, but for Earth and for those Earth humans whom he had known for so long and so well.

How was it possible that he felt this? Not only was fear indisputably an emotion, how could he feel that emotion for a planet and a people which he had already exorcised from his consciousness and from his life!

“Here on these sands, our forebears cast out their animal passions, hence forever devoting their minds to logic. . . .”

The chant of reason was coming to an end and a troubled Spock remained kneeling before the High Master T’sai. Whatever the entity which had invaded Spock’s mind this morning, its presence seemed gone now. Perhaps he had misunderstood and had not felt fear—perhaps it had merely been surprise. Even a full Vulcan might be forgiven feeling some surprise over so powerful a consciousness touching his mind. Spock reminded himself that he had met every test of Kolinahr; the Masters themselves were acknowledging this by their very presence and participation in this ancient ceremony.

Spock could feel that T’sai was turning toward him as the ceremony approached the invitation to mindmeld. He knew that he must accept, and then enter T’sai’s mind, and she his. As part of her mind, Spock would be able to view himself and his place in the universe with the wisdom of a Master. And T’sai would become part of the consciousness that was Spock.

Forget Earth; think only of Vulcan. You were born here of a Vulcan father, raised here as a Vulcan son . . . and Vulcan children, like children everywhere, can be unthinkingly cruel. Strange, I have never been aware until now that it was my boyhood on Vulcan which had ultimately driven me into Starfleet. I had to prove to myself that those times of tears and laughter had been only a child’s errors. It was to prove my mastery over myself that I went out among humans and defied them to make me less Vulcan than I am.

But what was it that Jim Kirk had once said? “Spock, why fight so hard to be a part of only one world? Why not fight instead to be the best of both?”

“Spock!”

This from one of the lesser Masters. T’sai herself was looking down at Spock, puzzled.

“Spock, our minds also have felt that far-off ‘presence.’ Has it special meaning to you?”

There was nothing Spock could do but to nod . . . and to feel shame. Here, now, in the very midst of the Kolinahr ceremony, the mysterious alien consciousness was returning to probe his mind again. Again, he felt its interest in Earth . . . and then again he felt fear! And he felt shame too. As if struck by a bolt from an unseen ambush, Spock knew in this instant that the human half of him was far from extinguished. That half had simply been capable of human guile and had learned to hide itself even from his own notice. He had foolishly and carelessly underestimated it and believed it to be gone. But like the enemy it had always been, his human half had merely lain in wait in order to assault him while he was defenseless.

“Spock, your thoughts. Open them to me.”

Spock could not refuse the High Master T’sai, not even at this moment of shame. As she touched him, Spock let his mind open, in the giving and receiving of mindmeld Oneness. Kaiidth! What was there was there, and it was T’sai’s right to learn the complete truth of it.

The Klingons weren’t destroyed. It feels like . . . like they’ve become “wall exhibits in Hell.” And it’s headed for Earth. Spock, I wish you were here to help me understand.

Spock looked up, puzzled. That had felt like Jim Kirk’s thoughts. And yet it was T’sai who was standing here and to whom he had opened his thoughts. She was now releasing Spock’s consciousness and retrieving her own. Then her lips opened, and before she spoke Spock already knew what her words would be.

“Your answer lies elsewhere, Spock.”

[lucycola]

The Lone Survivor: Part 2

Spock x Fem!Reader

Premise: Fem!Reader accidentally bonds with Spock when rescued from her own starship crash. The Golden Trio realize the footage from the wreck could wrongfully incriminate the reader. They attempt to find a way out of this. PART ONE HERE

SLOW BURN. Eventual smut in later parts. More Bones dialogue than probably necessary but WHATEVER. Fatherly Bones. There will be more one on one Reader and Spock in part three. Right now it plays like a normal episode with build up because I’m stubborn. 

WARNINGS:  Movie amnesia, sexual themes if you squint, mentions of death, and implied one-sided matrimony.

Part 2: The Night We Met I Knew I Needed You So

There was no mistaking the final moments illustrated in the found footage from the Calvary. It was you assaulting the crew on the bridge-you setting a course straight to destruction on Toravalve 9.

However, Mister Spock had disagreed. He had reached into your mind and saw you in your own eyes. It couldn’t have been you.

After carrying you back to the medbay you were put safely back in your bed with a Doctor McCoy who hovered over you like a disgruntled mother bear. With the tricorder at your forehead you pleaded with him to relax. 

Captain Kirk had been summoned to hear what you both, or rather, Mister Spock had to say. For some stranger reason Spock omitted the existence of the orange tape. He deliberated his own findings via meld instead. 

“A copy of sorts, Captain.”

“And you’re sure you saw the Lieutenant looking...at her own self?”

“As unlikely as it may seem, it is was I saw. Although it was also demonstrated that the Lieutenant received a severe head injury before witnessing her own self attack the crew members.”

“And you’re sure it wasn’t some kind of...” Kirk deliberated for a moment, “... out of body experience.”

“Also unlikely. Although it is perceivable Lieutenant L/N maybe have suffered delusions after cranial trauma I possess a suspicion that an illusion was made unto the Lieutenant and the crew.”

Kirk glanced at you for a moment and back to Spock, quizzically at first, but then with a dashing smirk. “A hunch, Spock? How very...human.”

Spock quirked a brow, hands still stonily behind his back, “All endeavors begin with a hypothesis.”

“You believe me,” you murmured, from your bed still although no longer in your white, medbay gown you were graciously presented with black Starfleet fatigues. Nurse Chapel had gently maneuvered your unruly waves into two pleats that were coming undone slowly.

A stark contrast to the pristine, polished head science officer.

The fingers on Spock’s right hand flexed at the sound of your voice.

He only turned his head to look at you, “Empirical data is what needs to be obtained-whether I believe what memories are buried in your subconscious is incidental.”

“They still don’t feel real,” you admitted. Not even your name felt real.

“Such an admission will not help your case and I advise you keep that opinion to yourself, Lieutenant.”

You felt like he was chiding you. Your ground your jaw slightly and you knew he could feel it: the aggravation, the impatience. Fear.

His right fingers flexed again, but his expression, unchanging as ever, gave nothing away.

The electric pool of warmth in the back of your mind hushed you, told you to remain calm. Diplomatic.

How could looking at your own self feel real? ‘She’ seemed so real. You had walked around the corner and met yourself, squaring you up instantly. She lunged for you and you wrestled with her, shocked at the fact that you had your own hands around your throat. They weren’t your hands. It was an imposter. 

How? That was the real question. 

“How do we find proof then, Mister Spock?” Kirk asked, reinserting himself.

“We locate the imposter and confirm my hypothesis.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Kirk replied.

“Indeed it will not be so. Commander Craft is aware of the meld that took place and will order me to testify my findings against the lieutenant. Until the Lieutenant’s sanity can be declared-”

“I’m sure I can help with that,” the doctor said, almost appearing out of nowhere.

“What is left is concrete evidence,” Spock added.

“The imposter,” Kirk finished, nodding. 

“Who’s Commander Craft?” you asked.

He turned to look at you. You were made to feel the oblivious child with everyone in the room talking about you. However, you listened and you absorbed. You were careful with your input. Listen first, talk later, you thought to yourself. The presence in the back of your mind hummed in monotonic approval as if to say, good girl.

You wondered what those words tasted like on Spock’s lips. You shuddered in embarrassment and turned your head away.

Spock coughed uncharacteristically, “Commander Craft is the elected official heading the investigation crew from the Federation. We were contacted yesterday and were to present a full report of our findings and happenings.”

Which included the bond. That detail in itself was still above you, not fully explained nor understood. You could feel it for what it was and knew he was there. Not why or how, however. 

 “We must garner more time,” Spock continued to his captain, “And possibly keep myself from testifying.”

“We could declare you insane,” the doctor quipped earning another brow arch from his opposing.

“You’re asking for a loophole,” Kirk stated.

“Essentially, Captain.”

Kirk seemed to know there was more to it, the way he pursed his lips and put his fists on his hips. You knew yourself that if Spock testified against you with what he saw in the meld then there was no evidence against you truly-just what you yourself witnessed. However, Spock would be asked to tell the whole truth and that included the tape. If you were deemed crazy then your own experiences would be null and void.

Did Kirk already know about the tape?

Kirk sighed,” Spock, I...we’d be misleading not only Starfleet, but the Federation. This isn’t the first time you’ve-”  he glanced at you, “-taken the unorthodox route to obtain justice.”

“Then I am asking for your trust, Captain.”

Kirk’s eyes narrowed then softened. He relented and with a sturdy tone which meant business as he relayed, “I suppose you already a loophole in mind then?”

“Indeed, Captain.”

“I would expect nothing less.”

Spock paused, fighting to look at you.

“Well, aren’t you gonna tell us?” the doctor asked.

“Proposals are not so elementary to make on Vulcan, even when it is logical...but also yet not as it could fare unfavorable circumstances. Especially if one party is unwilling.”

It took Kirk a moment, and even the doctor even longer.

“You mean...?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“You’re willing to marry her so you don’t have to testify?” he asked incredulously.

You were stupefied, impressed, but stupefied. The stoic Vulcan could play dirty. An actual proposal.

“You’re going to marry her?” Bones asked, mortified, “She’s a person...not a pawn! This is her life we’re meddling with. Marriage is a serious thing-”

“You’ll find, Doctor, that I am quite serious.”

“You could wreck her life.”

“I intend on saving it.”

Spock, your heart breathed.

“It seems like a reach for you, Spock,” Kirk said, “They would never believe the both of you, even if Y/N did agree.”

“It will be most believable as the Lieutenant and I have already made a bond.”

Silence befell everyone.

“You can’t be serious,” the doctor said finally, a fierce protectiveness in his voice. “At a time like this-”

“It was not intended as I am careful to shield my mind when partaking tactility with other forms-but, she called to me.”

And he had found you in the dark.

“She accepted it-although it is possible that may be due to the extreme duress she was suffering.”

“And you were there to save her,” Bones finished, a grave distaste in his voice.

“Such a bond can be mediated by a healer with moderate difficult just as a Terran divorce can be secured.”

It was a slap to the face. He was as willing to ‘save’ you as he was to dump you and leave you for dead. Red hot turmoil threatened in your core and you clenched your blankets. What was the point then?

Your crew was dead, your reputation tarnished, and everyone thought you were a murderer.

Let me die, you thought, just let me die.

“Certainly not,” Spock said quietly. Both the Captain and the Doctor eyed him wearily as this random statement.

“So you...negating your-”

“No, sir. I am simply waiting for Lieutenant L/N’s input on the matter.”

“There’s no way in hell she’d agree to this. The bond is clearly one-sided, Spock. How could you be so irresponsible?” Bones chided. 

“A explanation escapes me.” He was still looking at you with smoldering eyes, with bright stars dancing behind them. Cold, but fierce.

What other shot did you have? How else could you bide time while searching for this monster? You wanted to give up. It would be easy.

Kirk leaned in to his second in command and suggested softly, “Perhaps you should ask more properly, Mister Spock. She is a lady. Bones is right. It’s her life.”

“Lieutenant-”

Kirk elbowed him.

“Y/N,” he corrected himself, “Will-”

“Yes,” you blurted in a hushed voice, “I will marry you, Mister Spock.”

x

You were left in your bed again under strict supervision this time. You reveled in the shock of what you’d just agreed to, and even the shock of the situation in its entirety. Rediscovering the monster that claimed your crew and your identity was still fresh and seeing it through your own eyes again with the meld drained the life out of you. You were exhausted, but your mind still raced. ‘It’ was on the ship-it had to be. They didn’t find a copy of you or anyone else in the wreckage. You wondered how recognizable some of your crewmates were and you had to still your frantic thoughts. 

“What ever is going on up there it needs to stop. You heart rate is very high.” Doctor McCoy was already readying a hypo. 

“That...thing. It might be here-”

“We’re on high alert, looking for any copies of ourselves. It’s not the first time this kind of thing has happened,” he tried to assure you.

“There are no red lights.”

“They get annoying after awhile. Whatever it is, it’s damn good at hiding. But we’ll flush it out. The Captain has a plan.”

“Did Mister Spock tell you the imposter can read your memories? That’s how it tricked me. Did he tell the captain?” you asked, wring your hands with the blanket. 

“Your guess is better than mine.”

You thought back to Spock’s omission to the orange tape. Always flipping back and forth between elusive affection and monotonous professionalism. Marry me. Divorce after. 

“He’s hard to place sometimes.”

“And you agreed to marry him.”

“I did,” you blurted stubbornly. “We’re bonded.”

Bones suddenly became eye level with you, bracing both hands on the rail. “But do you know what that even means?”

You arched a brown similar to Vulcan fashion, “Do you, good doctor?”

Bones shook his head and instead asked, “Sleep now or later? Does it help with the nightmares?”

“Yes, I think so. Now, I think. Doctor?”

“Yes, kitty?”

“Thankyou.”

x

Sleep was apart of the healing process and being roused from it interrupted that. That was at least what Bones tried to argue when the captain requested your presence in the conference room. Flanked by your fiancé and the kindly captain himself you were expected to hold an interview of sorts with Commander Craft via telecom before his arrival at the crash site. Several ships had already come to help clean up. 

“What am I supposed to say?” you half pleaded with them, “I’m not good at lying.”

“You do not have to be deceitful. However, if you find yourself under duress the commander may suspect a guilt as I had sensed upon our initial meeting,” Spock replied, one arm linked on your good side. 

Your other arm supported a crutch when had a nervous hand floating behind it via the captain. 

Kirk shot a reassuring look your way. “I recommend the truth. Tell him what you told me, and you’ll be fine. He’s a bit of a stickler for rules and he’s tough on the stand-”

“Jesus,” you muttered. 

“Or...a bit of theatrics couldn’t hurt if you get too overwhelmed. You did just lose your crew.” 

“How could I forget?” Your lip quivered. 

You three paused at the door. 

“I trust my first officer, Y/N,” Kirk turned to face you, “As unorthodox as this has become, I put trust into his melds and by what he has told me you didn’t do anything wrong. That thing-that monster did.”

You couldn’t stop the tears dribbling. “Captain, I let my crew die.”

“Any death having occurred was unintentional on your part, Lieutenant, ”Spock said in his chilly tone, “As was demonstrated in your memory you tired to apprehend and fend off the creature, but to no avail. You did everything in your power. The human emotional phenomena your are experiencing is common upon singular entities having being spared from genocide.”

“That is?” Kirk asked. 

“Survivor’s guilt,” you sighed, finishing the statement for you fiancé. 

x

Commander Craft was not unkind, nor did he smile. He was neither young or old and his questions were fairly basic as the captain’s were three days earlier. You recounted all you could remember, and it was stressed by you and the captain that you had lost most of your general memory due to head trauma. Whether he seemed convinced was unknown to you. You tried to hold back in your distress. The warmth in the back of your mind wrapped around the little knot that pain and anxiety was birthed. It was squeezed it slowly, like the grasp of a hand. You delivered your answers calmly. 

“The double of yourself, you saw. Did you see it transform from your father to yourself?” the commander asked.

“No sir.”

“Have you seen a copy of yourself since you boarded the Enterprise?”

“No sir.”

“And no foreign entity has been detected on the ship?”

“No sir,” the captain replied. 

“Mmm,” the commander paused for the first time in what seemed like hours. “L/N, had you ever experiences delusions or hallucinations before?”

“I don’t remember.”

“And did you experience the trauma to your head before or after you saw yourself sabotaging the ship?”

“I...” you glanced, “I’m not sure. After?”

“Do you remember hitting your head at all?”

“I remember the copy throwing me hard against the wall and everything going black.” You tried to strengthen your voice, but it kept cracking. You heart continued to race. “And-”

It flashed. 

“When I let my father on the ship. I went black there too. But I’m not sure if I hit my head that time.”

“And Mister Spock you were able to witness what Lieutenant L/N saw?”

“Affirmative.”

“But...through her point of view.”

Fuck. You had a feeling he would try to pull the crazy card. 

“Were there any observation tapes recovered from the crash?”

“My  crew obtained few, but to my knowledge they are still processing them,” the captain answered smoothly. 

“Has any other information been made available to any of you?”

You could feel the edges of your vision blacken. You couldn’t make eye contact with him. Cold sweat had broken from your brow.  A cold, steady hand placed itself to your brow. The natural warmth on your mind shimmered. 

“She has a fever, Captain.”

“I won’t tolerate any nonsense, Lieutenant-”

“Commander, she has just lost four-hundred members of her family to a people-eating imposter!” Kirk bellowed lowly, “She’s kept it together well so far. I commend her efforts. You have the wrong idea about her.”

“Until I can find proof of this ‘imposter’ and until her psyche can be cleared by one of our doctors then we’ll see. This isn’t the first time the Federation has had to deal with the Enterprise’s shenanigans.”

“People eating?” you whispered in disbelief.  Oh my god. 

Spock caught on to Kirk’s unnecessary honesty. “It was discovered the imposter’s prime directive was to use the Calvary’s crew as sustenance.”

You toppled forwards and were caught and cradled by your fiancé. 

“Take her to the medbay, Mister Spock,” Kirk ordered. 

“Call for the doctor. I am not taking my eyes off her until we arrive!” the commander snapped. 

“By the time Doctor McCoy arrives she will succumb to shock. I must attend to my t’hy’la in the most logical and efficient manner possible.”  

Kirk fought the need to smile, not realizing that your theatrics weren’t really theatrics. 

x

PART THREE

[high-functioning-lokipath]

Star Trek x Sherlock - Sherlock, John, Spock, & Leonard - Prompt: You should meet my friend he's more irritating than yours - Words: 1,006

"Where the Sam Hill am I?" A grumpy voice yelled. 

"221B Baker St. London, England. More precisely, on my couch. I would be most pleased if you would explain your presence."

"And just who are you, Mr. High-and-mighty?"

"The name is Sherlock Holmes. Yours?"

"Dr. Leonard McCoy."

"Doctor?" Sherlock replied surprised. 

"Sherlock! You'll never believe this but I think I found your twin!" John yelled walking into the flat. "I was at the market getting our groceries when I heard screaming from out front. Turns out a man had passed out on the street. When I brought him around he acted just like you!"

"Dr. Watson, saying I am Mr. Holmes' twin is a gross exaggeration. I do not look like him nor did we have the same mother and father. And we most certainly did not come from the same pregnancy or were born at the identical time. As I explained to you, I'm from the year 2317 and this is most obviously the year 2017."

"Of course. I get beamed down to what is apparently Earth 2017 and I have to be put down here with Spock. What did I do to deserve this?" McCoy sighed.

"The idea of fate is illogical, Dr. McCoy," Spock and Sherlock replied in unison. 

"Help me!" Dr. McCoy begged, staring at John. 

"You should meet my friend. He's more irritating than yours," John said laughing.

"I already met Sherlock briefly. And don't bet on it." They both laughed, Sherlock and Spock looking on curiously. John suggested the two of them go upstairs and compare notes on their respective sociopaths while the sociopaths complain about humans. 

"What are you doing?" Spock asked Sherlock once the Doctors were upstairs. Sherlock was sitting in his chair, legs crossed, hands together, staring at Spock. 

"Deducing you. Obvious really."

"And what do you deduce about me, Mr. Holmes?"

"You're not human, you're actually half human. You feel most humans are completely illogical, which, by the way, is correct, but you do have a few close friends who you consider at least mostly intelligent. One of which is the good doctor upstairs. You pretend to not get along but your constant disagreements are actually the two of you bouncing ideas of each other. It's your form of friendship. You appreciate your high-ranking command-type status but prefer to assist rather than take over. You also have an odd affection for cats." Spock's ears tinted green at the last statement. "Don't be embarrassed, I love hedgehogs for some unknown reason."

"How did you know that?" Spock replied, genuinely surprised. 

"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains," Sherlock began.

"No matter how improbable, must be the truth," They finished together.

"Of course you knew that line," Sherlock said with a smirk. "Every time I say it John calls me Spock. Now it makes sense!"

"You know me? How could you? My mother often spoke of a genius detective, an ancestor of mine, who said that quite frequently. She had books about him and I read them frequently as a child. They were the only recreational Earth writings that interested me but they were hundreds of years old!"

"That is impossible! You and your Doctor are characters from a very popular television show and movie series! You're not supposed to be real!" Both men were becoming quite frustrated, not per se with each other though. The whole situation was not logical and therefore they couldn't make sense of it. 

"Multi-verse paradox," the two Doctors announced from the stairs. 

"We were discussing the same topic," John explained. "And realized not only did we come from different times but also different universes." 

"Our ship must have hit a temporal anomaly that sent you and I down here," McCoy said. 

"That would explain everything quite logically, Doctor, but I have one question," Spock replied. "How could we have known of each other if we're from such different times?"

"Only one explanation," Sherlock interrupted. "If this line of reasoning is correct, then there must be someone out there who can travel from one universe to another, picking any time they want to be in, that set up this line of events."

"Fascinating," Spock commented, raising one eyebrow.

"Khan!" McCoy suddenly yelled.

"Where?" Spock questioned, pulling out his phaser.

"No! He's not here, you pointy-eared hobgoblin!" John laughed and Sherlock stifled a snort. "I mean that I just figured out who Sherlock looks like!"

"Interesting," Spock replied, lowering his phaser but not putting it away. "You do have a remarkable resemblance to him."

"And just who is this Khan?"

"Oh my goodness, Sherlock! I never realized it but he's right! You look just like him!"

"John, will you please explain who I'm supposed to look like? Who's Khan? You know I don't like being in the dark."

"Khan was our greatest enemy a few years ago. He was a great man once, but he turned and tried to destroy us all. You, unfortunately, look just like him. I'll have to bring you back to the Enterprise with us and let the Captain talk with you."

"Spock! How can you do that? He's your own flesh and blood!" McCoy yelled. 

"Are you sure of that Doctor? Or is this simply a clever illusion. A fake, a magic trick, as you would say?"

"No!" John yelled angrily. "You can't say that!" He was about to jump in and physically defend Sherlock when they heard a loud knock at the door.

"Doct-Leonard, please answer that," Spock said calmly. McCoy nodded and opened the door.

"Can I help you?" He asked the two young ladies on the other side. 

"Yeah, we're here to straighten things out," the shorter girl with glasses said walking in. 

"We may have inadvertently caused panic, which we apologise for," the taller, shorter-haired one added. 

"Yep, we forgot to factor in actors."

"That explains it."

"Ok everyone, sit down and let us explain to you who actors are in the multi-verse." The four men all sit down on the sofa, each staring at the girls with their own versions of 'what-the-devil' written on their faces. "Oh, by the way, we're your time travelers. I'm Amethyst and this is Sapphire. Now, let's get started."