#a whole lot more spones-y

[bylightofdawn]

Oh my god today has been the least restful day off I've had in months. I had to wake up and go to Walmart to get new tires put on my car and then my mom and I went to Verizon to look for a new phone for her because her phone is old and falling apart. Her new boyfriend was going to buy it for her. And thus starts the three-four hours spent in this shitty Cellular Sales.

The rep was terrible. Very high-strung and flightly. We kept trying to find a good special to take advantage of since her phone was useless for trade-in offers. We finally found a 400 dollars off a pixel 8 which was actually a pretty good deal. She gets it comp'd over 36 months and her boyfriend just paid the remaining bal on the device so it's not charging the contract to my brother's verizon account.

Problem was the boyfriend did NOT like the sales rep one bit. Kept getting grumpier and grumpier about him to the point I could see a confrontation was inevitable so I made the suggestion that they go get some food, I would stay there and get everything taken care of.

And like I said, the sales rep was bad. He couldn't figure out how to move her things from her old phone to the new phone. Then he built the entire order but forgot we were going to pay for the remaining balance. So he had to cancel the contract and redo it but didn't know which department he needed to go through and he was steadily getting more and more frustrated about the whole thing.

Then her phone could not activate. I ended up calling verizon activation support because I know who to call due to my job in fraud prevention. Figured out the physical sim didn't activate so we activated the esim which is when my mom and her boyfriend came back. The sales rep went to throw away her physical sim and mom being the hoarder she is wanted to take it with her. He made some comment about it just being trash (cause it was but I personally would have just handed it over without needing to say a peep) and then the boyfriend got riled up saying he wasn't treating us respectfully and things just fucking exploded from there. The boyfriend said something along the lines of "This is bullshit you don't treat people like this" and the rep LOST HIS FUCKING MIND.

Kicked him out of the store, and threatened to call the fucking cops on him just.... a complete crazy fucking meltdown out of nowhere. I mean, I get he's stressed, it's the holidays and we're taking up a lot of his time but y i k e s. Yeah the boyfriend was being a dick by calling him out for how he was acting but NGL I definitely think the rep super overreacted.

And then I had to go over to mom's house to actually figure out how to transfer her stuff. (It was legit the adapter that came with her phone which is what I kinda thought it might be that let me transfer it)

Annnnnd it's now 9:30. I started running at like 10:00.

I'm soooooooooooo tired. I didn't even take the buspar yesterday but I am still tired and exhausted. The only other change I've made is I started taking the iron supplement but I cannot imagine that would affect me like this.

I'm going to try and work on this Spones fic tonight but my brain is like...mush.

[mckirkish]

Little Green Men (Pt. 2)

secretlyahalfling replied to your post “Bringing this back then! :D I need to get my writing mojo going and...”

Anything Spones, please, please, please!!!

Well, since you asked for anything Spones, and my introduction for a modern spones AU went so well, might as well have another installment! Hope you enjoy~

Most of what he is aware of is the pain.

The technology of the Planet Earth had been far more advanced than he had been expecting given the information that he had received from his mother before they had departed Vulcan. The small craft from the Science Academy should have been more than sufficient for the covert mission his mother had asked him to undertake with her.

It had been entering the atmosphere that had done it. The composition of the minerals and chemicals had been different than he’d calculated, they reacted with the metals from Vulcan in a way that he could not entirely compensate for, making the shields almost useless. They had been the perfect target for whatever projectile had been aimed at the ship.

It had not been a graceful landing. The pain had started before the impact, and the impact had caused a temporary lapse in consciousness. The end result was that he found himself in a sterile environment with no sign of his mother in even greater pain than he had been in before.

Let’s see what I can do for you. After that, we can see about getting you out of here.

His mother had taught him the language of her people, but even without it, Spock would have understood the intent. Nitrile gloves were not a sufficient barrier to block out the man’s thoughts, not when Spock was still dazed, his mind open, far more than he had ever experienced, and receiving telepathic impressions not only from the man above him, but the other humans in the vicinity as well.

“Where in the hell-”

The human is muttering above him.

“That-”

There is a frown as sure and steady hands move over his body.

That’s not where a heart is supposed to be.

“I assure you, doctor,” because the man is clearly a medical professional, and he does not appear to be comfortable with the situation in which he finds himself. “My heart is exactly where it is meant to be.”

“Jesus H-” The man jerks in surprise, then quickly pulls his hands away, muttering obscenities under his breath as a sense of guilt and wordless apology for increasing his patient’s pain pours out of him.

He returns quickly, bending low over Spock, and Spock finds himself observing that the man’s eyes are quite aesthetically pleasing.

“Did you just talk inside my head?” the doctor asks as soft as he can.

“Telepathic communication has the benefit of requiring no translation.” Spock responds. “As well as preventing out conversation from being overheard by the military personnel who are quite unnerved by my presence and quite displeased by yours.”

“Yeah well…would you kindly refrain from doing it for a moment? I’m trying to save your life here and that isn’t exactly easy to do with someone chatting in your head.”

Instead of replying, Spock merely nods. It is a logical request. He does not think he is in danger of dying, though he certainly feels far weaker than ideal in his current situation.

A tense silence falls, and the man bends to his task, his mind ordered and focused entirely on the biological and physiological puzzle Spock represents for him.

Spock tries to meditate, but the humans must have injected him with a chemical compound that has reacted with his mental abilities. He cannot find the silence of his own mind. The doctor’s mind is easy to ignore, but the other humans’ minds are a cacophony of disorder fuelled by emotion.

“THERE. ALL DONE.”

The directed thought makes Spock flinch, it is like the human is screaming inside his mind.

“No need for such force, Doctor. Merely think normally and I will understand. I see that you are concerned for my welfare, and rightly so. Unfortunately, as you surmise, I am in no condition to act alone, and there is another consideration as well. I hypothesize that my mother is somewhere in this facility as well.”

Incoherent shock, and then further calculation.

“Let’s see if I can’t get myself invited to stay for awhile,” The doctor thinks, a plan beginning to form in the back of his mind.

Spock cannot help but observe that he is very fortunate to have been entrusted to this man’s care. An intelligent and reasoned doctor with captivating eyes.