Spock's Heart (Spock X Reader) (#Wattys2018)

Research -13-

When it's real...you cant walk away.

Sadness, but not quite sad.

Depression, but not quite depressing.

Happiness, but not all there.

Something was wrong. You felt as if you couldn't reach an answer. An answer that was clearly right in front of you. Something that you were too oblivious to, to notice.

'Blue is the color of the shirt of the man I love.'

You woke up.

Head throbbing, arms shaking. You didn't have a nightmare, but your mind felt stuck.

You sat up. You night shirt fell almost to your knees. You baggy sweat pants were touching the floor by you heels. You were given more formal sleep outfit, but you felt like you wanted a bit of home tonight.

You remembered your outfit.

It was about three years ago, when you and Alice went shopping outside of the academy. Both of you were bored so you ended up buying each others clothes to see how close we got to each others style.

You were serious about buying her clothes, when she...was... interesting with her choices.

She bought you random items of clothes. Nothing matched, and nothing looked at all wearable.

You brought them all to your house and tried them on to see just how hideous they were.

Hot pink shirts with neon orange shorts.

Green camo jackets with red leggings.

Lets just say, you returned them all...except for one outfit. There was one outfit that you tried on last. It was grey sweatpants and a black shirt that she purposely picked out ten sizes too big.

You remember falling asleep in them, and three years later, not only did you keep them, but they are also still way too big on you.

You snapped out of your thinking. Flashes of memories started playing, but one stuck out. Spock... You remember what he did when he took your hand. What did he do?

You assumed it wasn't bad, or he wouldn't have done it, but it didn't have an effect on him.

He seemed sad that you didn't understand what he did.

You pushed yourself up off of your bed. The only thing you could think to do was do some research on Vulcans.

"Uh..." you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

"Computer, um...show me the hand sign from the Vulcan Culture."

"*Please specify want Vulcan sign you are referring to*"

"It involves fingers?"

"*Please specify which fingers*"

"Um...I think it was...the middle and index fingers."

"*The only Vulcan had sign that requires the middle and index finger is used as a custom to show affection*"

Your mouth dropped at this.