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

Mind -35-

You looked over at you desk. Every time you looked over, it got more and more empty. The lack of work you had been doing was beginning to show. Most people in your position would be stuck on the Enterprise doing paperwork, but you for some odd reason had been lucky enough to become one of Jims' main away-team members. You never really saw yourself as someone who would be in this position. Especially not on you first year on the job.

All this work that was so dangerous. It made you think of how your family would feel. Would they be worried? Angry? Proud? All of them? It gave you chills thinking of how you could die any moment during one of those trip. It made you wonder. How did Kirk, Spock, Bones, everyone do it. It was their job, sure, but it still had to be scary for them.

Looking away from the desk, you looked at your self in the full length mirror. Staring into your own eyes, you seemed to be hating yourself. Not for being scared, it seemed like something else, but you didnt know.

You lost concentration as you saw a small orange cat on your bed. Turning around quickly, you stayed away from it. The cat seemed to be glaring at you.

"Q-Q, you stay there...in your cat form, or else." You said this as you pointed at it while half covering your face with your other hand.

The orange cat rolled his eyes as he shined brightly. It was replaced by a very pissed off looking Q.

"You could thank me for poping in as that dumb cat. I could of came in here as a lion, but you would probably still be as rude," he said as he crossed his arms. "Either way, I hate you."

You raised your eyebrow.

"Why? Im mean...not that I care, but...why?"

"Why!?" he said as he half laughed half scoffed. "You continuously are rude to me when you are the one wasting my time! My plan is going by painfully slow because of you!"

"Me? What have I been doing wrong? You're not even telling me what I'm supposed to be doing!" you retorted as you raised your voice at him.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine....I will show you..."

Q snapped his fingers as everything around you went white. A small ringing began in your ears as you came into focus.

Q grabbed your arm gently and pulled you over to a small glass table.

The floor was white as was everything else. It looked as if you could walk forever. It looked as if you could only see in front of you and extremely far away at the same time. If it wasn't for the table and two chairs in front of you, you would have no since of distance in this room.

Q pulled out your chair and sat in his own. You quickly sat down since you began to feel dizzy from this optical illusion of a room.

Q cleared his throat before beginning.

"Welcome to my mind," he said with a gesture of his hands.

You looked around once more.

"It looks...empty."

That gained a strong laugh from Q.

"Quite the opposite my dear. Where you see nothing, I see everything, but that is not why we are here."

A small flash appeared in the middle of the table as a book appeared. It was black leather and blank. Q slid the book over to himself as he opened it up to a random page. Almost immediately the pages began to fill with words and pictures.

He flipped through it more until he stopped on a page that had not only a picture of the Enterprise, but also the main logs of what looked to be every mission.

"How do you have all these, Q?"

"Magic," he said sarcastically. "Now. You see this? Every mission that ship had gone on had been completed without losing. If you can tell, none of them came out as failures. I always thought it was because of plot convenience...but that wouldn't make any sense obviously. What I'm trying to do is...make this their first loss. Their first failure. I want to see if it is possible for them to feel broken. And," he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "that is where you come in."

"Where I come in?"

"Yes! I need you to make sure this mission is a bust. I complete blow-out. After that, you are free to do whatever you want on that damn ship."

He smiled at you.

"You're kidding, right?"

Q frowned.

"Kidding? I would never kid....well right now anyway. I dont care what you do. Kill one of Dorans people, burn a house down, throw a rock at their leaders face. As long as it go wrong. Thats all Im asking. What do you say?"

You pushed his arm off as you stood up onto the white abyss.

"No. Why would I ever do that?"

Q stood up as well, but this time, the table and chairs disappeared.

"I would re-think your answer, for the outcome may be worse," he grinned.

"No. You can't make me. I would never go against Kirk."

Q growled.

"Fine! Ill do it myself, but don't come crying to me when you hate what I do."

Q waved his hand at you as everything went black and you began to fall. You screamed as you fell down, but your screams seemed to be muted.

It took only a few seconds for you to hit the bottom. You looked around as you noticed you had landed on your bed.

You leaned back down as you breathed heavily.

Qs laughter filled the air as you closed your eyes.

"Oh, and Y/N...I would say goodbye to your Vulcan while you have the chance," he muttered into your ear while you began to fall asleep.