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

My Name Is Spock -18-

{{If you couldn't tell from the title, this is going to be a chapter in just Spock's Third Person POV. Just in case you get confused on why we are following Spock <3}}

"I am Commander Spock, first officer of The USS Enterprise, captained by Captain James T. Kirk."

The man...the kidnapper, moved slightly in his chair.

"That told me a lot more the I was expecting. Why are you...so open about it?"

"As I explained to you. We are on a mission of peace, and we explore uncharted areas of the universe looking for alliance with as many new races as we can come in contact with. You are not the first race to act with hostility."

"I see...well I guess I must inform you of who I am as well. I am Doran, leader of Reegan Alpha and its people. We have been living in our own company for thousands of years...until you and your followers decided to journey to our world for a mission of supposed peace. If you are here for that reason, and that reason alone, that would explain why you did not kill any of my men."

He stood and walked over to Spock who was still sitting in the chair. He grabbed onto both of Spocks bound hands as he pulled out a knife.

"If you are not in fact evil,"

He pulled the knife back and stuck it towards Spock. Spock slightly flinched at this movement just to notice Doran just cut the rope that bound his wrists.

"Then show me."

Doran held out his hand to help him up. Spock didn't need the help, but took it anyways as a sign of truce.

"Walk with me, Mr. Spock."

Spock followed Doran up the stairs and away from the dark and dank holding.

"Mr. Spock, my people do not trust you. If I am to tell you the truth, I do not either."

Spock clasped his sore hands behind his back like normal, but looked down to see his horridly burned shirt that had part of his front visible. Doran laughed again, but this time it was a little more friendly.

"Yes, it seems as thought you will need new clothes until someone tries to get you back. I am not sure if I will let them take you back, as you are still our prisoner. I do hope you have no problem with wearing our fashion for it is all we have."

"It does appear as thought I do need clothes either way."

"Yes, well that tends to happen when I have to electrocute someone. I must thank you, Spock. Since we never really have any problems in our area, I never got to use that weapon of mine. When you started beating my men to hell and back, I decided...just maybe...it was the right time to use it."

Spock smirked slightly at this. They continued walking until they finally reached the surface of the planet. Spock was met with faces of disgust, anger, and shock. Some people started to hiss at him as well.

"Don't mind them, they...kind of hate you at the moment."

"I don't not blame them. I am, of course, a new and stranger being to them."

"Ha, yes you are."

The moment of walking ended as the came up to a building that seemed to be smaller then the rest.

Spock followed Doran into the building and stopped as Doran inspected the place.

"This will be where you will stay. You will obviously not be able to leave without my permission, but I thought this would suit you better the a cell if you are on the peace mission that you say you are on. There should be clothes in the room beside us, and I will leave so that you may get changed. I assume that you will not try to leave for you have been pretty good at keeping your place so far."

Spock nodded as Doran walked out of the house.

He peeled of the ruined Star Fleet shirt that was practically burned onto his skin. He winced at the pain that shot through him. It seemed that the wound had healed everything major, but it would cause him a lot of pain for the next couple days.

He walked over to the room where the alien outfits were being kept. The outfit were fitted in all black and came in many sizes. He picked the smallest one because it seemed like it would fit his slim body.

As he changed into the outfit he noticed a theme. It was mostly covered in black belts that wrapped around his waist, legs, and arms. They tightly fit along Spock's body as the black material turned out to be a little shinny from the light.

The black from the outfit matched his hair and complemented his pale skin.

Maybe the outfit wouldn't be so bad to be seen in after all.

Spock took into consideration that wearing the possible allies clothes would be one step up to trust. Even though he was alone and kidnapped, he would try everything in his power to complete his mission.