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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Nine

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Nine: Getting Advice

Summary: After the Nero incident concludes, (Y/N) and Spock meet some very strange and familiar individuals.

Spock walked through the Starfleet engineering section, currently at work repairing the Enterprise. Several months had passed since the harrowing encounter with Nero, and much had changed since. He had worked with his parents and the Vulcan council to arrange for Federation help in finding a new planet for Vulcans to establish their culture on. Vulcan was not dead; it lived in its people that remained proud despite all the loss they had experienced.

Now he was left to wait for the Enterprise’s repairs. He only had that long to figure out how to proceed with his life: continue with Starfleet or work with his people. Spock, for once, didn’t know what to do. Logic told him to serve Vulcan, but another part of him wanted Starfleet. He nearly couldn’t face the choice.

Spock was fortunate, however, that his companions had remained by his side. In fact, much of the crew from the Nero situation had become quite good friends. And, of course, Spock was glad to have (Y/N) by his side. In whatever he did, they offered their help and were always by his side when the burden of Vulcan’s loss weighed too heavily on him.

His love only grew every time he saw them.

Spock left his thoughts of the future on the Enterprise when he saw someone walking around a rebuilt shuttle.

“Father?” he said, unsure of why Sarek would be there. He thought he would be more focused on Vulcan at the moment. This was a strange place to be when there was still much work to be done.

The figure paused and turned to face Spock. It was not Sarek. It was a strangely familiar face. Spock furrowed his brow.

“I am not our father,” said Spock Prime. He knew that his younger self only needed the word “our” to understand.

Spock stepped forward. He had understood that Nero was from the future but seeing himself still evoked awe.

Spock Prime approached. “There are so few Vulcans left. We cannot afford to ignore one another.”

“Then why did you send Kirk aboard when you alone could have explained the truth?” asked Spock.

“Because you all needed each other,” said Spock Prime.

“ ‘All?’ ” repeated Spock.

Spock Prime left that word behind and continued, “I could not deprive you of the revelation of all that you could accomplish together, of a friendship that will define you both in ways you cannot yet realize.”

“How did you persuade him to keep your secret?” asked Spock.

“He inferred that universe-ending paradoxes would ensue should he break his promise,” said Spock Prime.

“You lied,” said Spock in surprise, though his tone did not show it.

“I…implied,” said Spock Prime.

“A gamble,” said Spock.

“An act of faith,” said Spock Prime. “One I hope you will repeat in the future in Starfleet.”

“In the face of extinction, it is only logical I resign my Starfleet commission and help rebuild our race,” said Spock, gazing at Spock Prime as if he could get an answer to all the questions in his head from Spock Prime’s eyes.

“And yet, you can be in two places at once,” said Spock Prime. “I urge you to remain in Starfleet. I have already located a suitable planet on which to establish a Vulcan colony.”

“You were the one who sent in the suggestion?” said Spock.

Spock Prime inclined his head in acknowledgement. “Spock, in this case, do yourself a favor. Put aside logic. Do what feels right.” He raised his hand and gazed it at fondly.

Spock stared at the ring on his finger. Marriage?

“I learned a long time ago that emotions are not weakness. We do not need to show them, but they do not change who we are,” said Spock Prime.

Spock started. That was what (Y/N) had said to him. “How did you know (Y/N) said that?”

Spock Prime looked at him. “Because they are my t’hy’la”

Spock stared. “T’hy’la?” To hear that (Y/N) was his spouse, his beloved, in one timeline made his heart explode with emotion in a way he could barely contain.

“It took us quite some time to tell each other how we feel,” said Spock Prime. He looked at Spock. “Don’t wait. Do what feels right.” He saluted Spock. “Seems my usual farewell would be self-serving…Good luck.”

Spock stared at the ring as he raised his hand. “Live long and prosper,” he said, despite the irony. But in his mind, only one word repeated: t’hy’la, t’hy’la, t’hy’la.

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(Y/N) walked through the lawns of Starfleet Academy. They’d been hard at work for months, so when they had moments to relax and avoid large crowds’ emotions, they took it.

Besides, (Y/N) had their own problems. They knew Spock hadn’t talked about it, but he had been their friend long enough for them to read him. They saw that he was considering leaving Starfleet to work closely with Vulcan re-establishment. (Y/N) understood it would be for the best and that Spock was a perfect choice for assisting Vulcan, but they selfishly wanted him to stay. They didn’t want the man they loved to leave them…

“Those are so depressing emotions,” said a voice behind them.

(Y/N) turned, not having sensed someone approaching since they had been so deep in thought. Now, though, they felt the intense aura of a fellow psychic. In fact, it felt very familiar. Another Celian?

(Y/N) looked at the older person looking back at them with a smile, golden eyes gleaming in amusement. The face was familiar.

“Do I know you?” asked (Y/N).

“I should hope so,” said (Y/N) Prime.

(Y/N) furrowed their brow as they searched the person’s aura, and then the words connected. Their eyes widened.

“You’re…me,” said (Y/N). “That’s why Nero knew me. You were a part of everything.”

“I’m glad you’re observant,” said (Y/N) Prime.

“Should you be talking to me?” said (Y/N) uncertainly.

“This isn’t time travel,” said (Y/N) Prime, waving a hand. “That has rules. This is a separate timeline.”

“Okay…” said (Y/N). “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re talking to me.”

“Well, Spock is probably talking some sense into your Spock, so I thought I should maybe do the same to you,” said (Y/N) Prime.

“Talking sense into Spock?” asked (Y/N). “Like…about Starfleet? Is he leaving?”

“No. Spock and I will work with Vulcan,” said (Y/N) Prime. “Starfleet needs you and Spock.”

“I don’t know if he’ll stay. And I wouldn’t make him. I know that Vulcan needs him,” said (Y/N). “So if he wants to leave, I’ll let him…”

“He’d never leave you,” said (Y/N) Prime. (Y/N) looked up, startled, and (Y/N) Prime laughed. “You’re surprised. Fair enough. I was certain he’d never care about me, either.”

“You feel the same way?” said (Y/N). “You love him?” They didn’t need (Y/N) Prime to answer. They felt the love radiating from them.

“I do,” said (Y/N) Prime. They reached out and took (Y/N)’s hand, and their younger self was enveloped in pure love. “And you shouldn’t be so afraid. Trust yourself. Take a chance. Tell him.”

“I can’t ruin our friendship,” said (Y/N).

(Y/N) Prime sighed and rolled their eyes. “I see now why Bones was so tired of us,” they muttered. They looked sternly at their younger self. “Love is meant to be shared. You and he have a long, wonderful road in front of you. Don’t waste time.” They squeezed (Y/N)’s hands. “It’ll be worth it. I swear.”

(Y/N)’s eyes landed on the ring on their finger, and their eyes widened in realization.

“Good luck,” said (Y/N) Prime. They let go of (Y/N)’s hands.

“I—Thank you,” said (Y/N), looking at (Y/N) Prime. They grinned. “Thank you.”

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(Y/N) walked through the Science Quad to find Spock, intent on following their alternate-future-self’s advice.

Spock was also walking through the Science Quad, heading in the opposite direction for the same reason.

The pair paused as they saw one another in the empty quad. They slowed but kept approaching one another until they stood facing each other.

“I had a fascinating encounter,” said Spock, getting to the point.

“I did, too,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I met…(Y/N).”

“I met myself,” acknowledged Spock.

“What did you two talk about?” said (Y/N), growing slightly nervous but determined to push forward.

“Starfleet and Vulcan. Advice on what I should do,” said Spock, gazing at them intently.

His heart beat against his side, and he found himself wanting to step closer. He had felt this before, but now that Spock Prime had told him of the possible future he could have with (Y/N), Spock’s feelings had grown stronger than ever.

“What did you decide?” said (Y/N) softly, unconsciously taking a step closer.

“I’ve decided to remain in Starfleet,” said Spock, his eyes flicking to their lips and his hand twitching to reach for theirs. “What did…What did you discuss?”

“Being honest,” said (Y/N). “About how I feel.” They took a deep breath. “I know that it’s…a lot to hear for you right now, but I…I love you. And I don’t want to waste time holding that in. You deserve to know.” They avoided Spock’s gaze as they spoke honestly.

Spock reached out daringly and touched their arm so they looked at him. “(Y/N)…I feel the same. I love you.”

He had barely spoken so emotionally in his life, but the truth demanded it, and as Spock Prime said…he still felt like himself. In fact, Spock felt a burden lift from his shoulders as (Y/N)’s face split into a smile at his admittance. He’d do anything for their happiness.

“I hoped you would. I really, really did. I know that the other (Y/N) said we had something, but I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to assume anything,” rambled (Y/N).

“(Y/N),” said Spock, interrupting their rambling. “I have loved you for longer than I knew the words for it.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and their cheeks warmed at his words.

“May I kiss you?” asked Spock, stepping forward. His hand slipped down their arm to their wrist.

(Y/N) nodded and smiled. “You may.”

A small smile appeared on Spock’s face. For once, he didn’t think and just acted, pulling (Y/N) closer and kissing them. (Y/N) moved their hand the rest of the way to meet his and pressed two of their fingers against Spock’s. Pulling back slightly, (Y/N) leaned their forehead against Spock.

“I love you, Spock,” said (Y/N) a wide smile and adoring eyes.

“I love you, too, T’hy’la,” said Spock.

“ ‘T’hy’la?’ ” asked (Y/N).

“Beloved,” translated Spock.

“I like it,” said (Y/N), curling their fingers around Spock’s.

“Good. I don’t plan on changing in,” said Spock.

“I wouldn’t have you change anything,” said (Y/N), leaning in to kiss him again.

And Spock returned it lovingly.

Logos and pathos were opposites; the heart and mind were parallels, but (Y/N) and Spock were two parts of a whole.

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“Maneuvering thrusters and impulse engines at your command, sir,” said Sulu, preparing the Enterprise for takeoff.

The day had finally come to return to the stars.

“Weapons systems and shields on standby,” confirmed Chekov.

“Dock control reports ready, Captain,” said Uhura.

“Bones. Buckle up,” said Kirk jovially, dressed in a yellow commander’s shirt. He sat down in the Captain’s chair (but not before slapping Bones on the back).

Bones huffed and shook his head.

“Scotty, how are we doing?” asked Kirk over the comms.

“Dilithium chamber’s at maximum, Captain,” said Scotty, pleased. “Get down!” he yelled at Keenser.

“Where are Spock and (L/N)?” asked Kirk.

“Here, Captain,” said (Y/N), walking onto the bridge with Spock at their side. They smiled at him, touched their fingers to his, and sat down at their station.

Spock, looking as pleased as a Vulcan could, sat down at his own station. “Present, Captain,” he said formally.

Kirk grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at them. “Glad to have you two. What would I do without my First Officer and Negotiations and Communications Officer?”

Spock decided to look pointedly away from the teasing.

“Oh, god, they’re together. And I’m stuck with them,” said Bones, groaning.

“About time,” whispered Uhura with a smile.

(Y/N) let out a shy chuckle, but they exchanged a fond look with Spock. The two were together. They didn’t care who knew; they were secure in their relationship, no matter how strange a Vulcan and a Celian may seem to some.

“Mr. Sulu, prepare to engage thrusters,” said Kirk. “Maneuvering thrusters.”

“Thrusters on standby,” said Sulu.

“Take us out,” said Kirk.

“Aye-aye, Captain,” said Sulu.

The Enterprise fired up and leapt into warp.

(Y/N) and Spock looked at one another. A variety of mysteries, dangers, and missions lay before them, and they had no idea what they’d face. But they’d do it together with logic and emotion—logos and pathos. Spock and (Y/N) could face anything together. Because they loved one another.

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