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

My Vulcan

Everyone fears death.
Everything feels death.
Death is the scariest thing someone could face.
Yet you could argue with that statement.

You had faced something worse than death. Much worse.

The fear of losing someone dear to you heart, the fear of having to live without that person, the fear of knowing that they would never come back.

Spock's death was... Not easy, to put it lightly, but if you were to explain it in detail, you probably wouldn't hold out through the explanation.

The death caused,  what you would say, an outbreak. And outbreak of sadness, heartbreak, remorse, anguish.

For this reason, the entire ship was scheduled for shore leave. Everyone was melancholy as they boarded the hundreds of shuttle crafts so they could leave for their homes and family.

Kirk Sat quietly in his lonely office. All the lights we're off. The only thing that illuminated his face was the screen of his pad that he was using to right his report on the death if his most trusted colleague and friend. The only word he had written down was 'Spock', for he couldn't find the strength to write the rest.

His whole body shook inconsistently as he tried to best to keep control of himself, but how could he?

Bones was one of the last medical workers left in the medical bay. Multiple lights went out around him as already packed up nurses and doctors left their offices to head for the shuttle bay.

Bones however walked over to a cabinet that he was far to familiar with. As he opened the cabinet door, all the separate blood samples from all the commanding officers were lined up in order. All the red samples seemed plain to Bones, except one.

In the center, there stood a green blood sample that stuck out like a sore, painful, thumb.

Bones rubbed his eye, which was aching from keeping his tears back.

Grabbing the green sample, he looked at it sadly as he forced a small smile as he looked it over. He remembered when he took all these samples.

When he took Spock's sample only a few years ago, he made a joke when labeling it.

Bones stared at the label that said 'Hob Goblin'.

Scotty, Chekov, Sulu, and Ohura all helped guide people onto their shuttle crafts, not saying as much as they used to. Joking to each other about random things like normal felt painful in a way,  Smiles felt and looked forced and full of sadness, and all they did was looked at each other as they passed by as if they were communicating by thought. They all knew they were thinking the same thing.

'Why him?'

Your room, like most others, was quite, gloomy, dark. You've had tears stain your face ever since the incident, and you had a feeling they would be there even longer as time went on.

Currently, you were not crying for you had run out of tears, yet whenever you weren't crying, you spent that time staring at nothing but memories that played through your head.

The only light that was on was your desk lamp which was the one that was always on. It was if that lamp kept you company when you were alone.

The light seemed dimmer than it had been when you first turned it on, when you first walked into your room, when you first stepped foot onto the Enterprise.

Reaching your arm out, you placed a finger on the switch that was at the base of the lamp. Without a word, you turned the lamp off, letting the light to disappear instantly as if it were a life that was taking without warning.

You turned around slowly to grab your suitcase that was on the floor of your room.

You bent down to grab the handle, but something caught your attention.

The light turned back on.

You turned around, not really caring who or what it could be.

"This... Situation really hurt people didn't it, Y/N?"

Q stared into the lamp, the solid light glory upon his face and his red, almost delicately Royal outfit.

You stayed silent which caused Q to glance back at you to look at your pained features.

He sighed and turned to face you.

"My experiment was a success if I do say so myself. "

You looked down at the floor in front of you, just listening. Listening as Q talked of his experiment.

"And... Doran is gone, if that makes you feel any better. His vanished like the rest of his family and friends, it was as if he never existed because I wanted him to stop existing. "

Q placed a hand on the side of your face, and this forced your thoughts to travel to his. His memory of what happened to Doran.

You looked and saw a broken man kneeling on the broken ground that was vanishing. Doran was sobbing at the fact he wasn't real, his family wasn't real, his home wasn't real,.. Nothing was.

The gun he used was broken for Doran smashed it in a foot of rage after you and the others left the planet. He was left alone, in a world he once thought he existed in.

As the world began to fade faster and faster, his limbs started to fade as well one by one.

He looked at his hands, breaking down at the sight.

He looked up at the stars, the stars that surrounded his planet which was disappearing as well. Yet the stars were not leaving.

His torso began to fade as his breathing became fast and unbalanced.

Looking around the stars he had but on thing to say.

"I'm sorry, Spock. "

Doran faded away. His fears and sadness at the fact he was never real and killed a man he wished to be his friend vanished as his existence might as well of just been in a nonfiction book. A page in a story that no one knew.

You hit Qs hand away like the many other times, the memory being too much for you to handle.

"Q.., " You sobbed quietly.

"Did you even care for his death? "

You choked out the words, yet Q stayed silent at the question.

"Yes. I do now... "

Qs form disappeared slowly which left you alone again, with no one.

Your tears had returned even more than before as you rushed to turn the light off again, which in a fit of anger and anguish, you knocked it over, letting it crash to the floor in pieces.

The sound was familiar. It was like a heart breaking.

You grabbed your suitcase and headed for your door, but stopped as you looked down to see a folded piece of paper on the floor in front of the door.

You looked at it with your watery eyes big in confusion.

You dropped your bags to pick up the paper and unfolded it carefully.

What you saw made your heart light up for the first time in a long time.

It was the picture of you that Spock Drew's months ago, yet something was different.

Above the picture of you, a sentence was written.

"Will you be mine forever? "

You smiled sadly as you stared at the words, your tears falling on the paper.

You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you, their grip tight has the person laid their head in the crook of your neck.

Looking over to the mirror beside you, you saw him. The reflection showed that the person who was holding you was him. Q had brought him back to life.

"Will you, Y/N, be mine? "

"Yes, Spock"