Emotionless (Spock Love Story) -COMPLETE

A Rose Color

Disclaimer: Chapter 1

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"Captain Spock, detecting unauthorized access to water turbine control board," Chekov reported as I walked back through the doors onto the bridge. I felt silly that I kept leaving the bridge because I was so emotionally compromised, but I had spent almost two hours meditating after Spock pushed me to go do as I needed until I could function, and it was very helpful.

"Bring up the video," Spock ordered, leaning over Chekov's shoulder. I suddenly felt anger as well as confusion flood Spock as he commanded, "Security, seal the engineering deck. We have intruders in turbine section 3. Set phasers to stun."

Spock and I shared a small look, mine conveying confusion while his conveyed impatience with the intruder, making my confusion ever more prominent as Spock turned back to work.

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It was only minutes before Kirk and some wet guy was brought onto the bridge.

"Who are you?" Spock demanded from the wet man.

"I'm with him," the wet man answered. At the same time Jim spoke.

"He's with me."

"We're traveling at warp speed. How did you manage to beam aboard this ship?"

"Hey you're the genius, you figure it out," Jim interrupted rudely.

"As acting captain of this vessel, I order you to answer the question." I felt Spock's rising anger, and I stood, slowly walking toward the group.

"Well I'm not telling, acting captain." It was silent aside from my light footsteps. "What, did-? What now? That doesn't frustrate you, does it? My lack of cooperation, that-that doesn't make you angry?"

"Are you a member of Starfleet?" Spock asked, turning back to the wet man as he tried to bury his emotions. I was reaching for any amount of calm I possessed in the sea of confusion and concern and heartbreak still pulsing through me, and began to attempt to magnify it so I could send it forth to the group.

"I... Uhm... yes. Can I get a towel, please?"

"Under penalty of court martial I order you to explain to me how you were able to beam aboard the ship while moving at warp?"

"Well-"

"Don't answer him," Kirk demanded and I felt another flash of--much more prominent--anger emanate from Spock.

"You will answer me."

"I'd rather not take sides."

"What is it with you, Spock? Your planet was just destroyed, your mother murdered, and... you're not even upset," Jim said incredulously.

"If you are presuming that these experiences in any way impede my ability to command this ship, you are mistaken."

"And yet you were the one who said fear was necessary for command. I-d-did you his ship? Do you see what he did?"

"Yes, of course I did." I tried to send a small wave of calm over the group only to see Jim glare at me. My shock at Jim's anger towards me retracted the calm I had sent for a moment.

"Jim-" I quietly tried to interject.

"So are you afraid or aren't you?" he ignored me.

"Jim, please-"

"I will not allow you to lecture me about the merits of emotion."

"Then why don't you stop me?"